"Mummy I'm hungry." Stated/whined my 3 year old.
"You're what buddy?" I was sure I didn't hear him right.
"I'm hungry Mummy." Clearly said. The 'ngry' said with perfect pronunciation. It was 'hummy' no longer, the adorable quirky way he had of saying 'hungry'.
'Hummy' sadly gone the wayside for the not as cute way of saying it properly.
To join the toddler word rubble along with 'nee-neck' (kleenex), ' wawee' (water), 'Aiden' (Adrian), 'loveee' (I love you).
I buckled him into his car seat, pressed my warm cheek briefly against his cool one, kissed his nose and asked him one more time, "Are you hummy buddy?"
"Yeah. I'm hungry. Cheerios."
Yet another piece of toddlerhood falling away into the depths of my memory that stores these bittersweet moments as my heart it seemed audibly expelled a wistful sigh.