One little person -- my little person -- loves “loud noisies.”
Not loud noises, loud noisies.
My little Leo finds ways to distort the language that instantly sound like a vast improvement over the original.
He also refers to himself as "io," which he pronounces as "ee-oh." It turns out 'L' is a tough letter for little tongues! So to say his own name, he says "Io."
This linguistic misstep turns out to be anything but. Indeed, for me, it's magical. Little does he know "io" means "I" in Italian. Little does he know the importance of Italian to me -- and to him.