Iliana is at this age where she slowly but steadily loses the toddler charm of pronouncing half of the words wrong. I know what they say. Once they go down the mispronouncing road you have the obligation to correct them in order for them to learn to say the words the right way. Bullshit. Or at least that is how I see it. Now.
Maybe it is because I realise that it will be the last time someone will say max nix, a.k.a es macht nichts – it doesn’t matter- in such a sweet and utterly wrong way. We have decided (at least for now) against having child no 3. I have mentioned the most important reasons in one of my previous posts so I will not say anything more on that here.
So, it must be pre-nostalgia for us now. Knowing that something is coming to its end. N. & I are both looking at each other and melt away whenever we hear a little gem coming out of her mouth. The truth is, eventually, they will learn how to say everything the proper way. Why not linger a bit longer on their unique choice of wording? Hell YEAH!