Do your kids say words in some adorable way? McKenna used to call the washing mashing the washa-washa machine. Then one day—she just stopped. I don’t know when it happened but it just stopped and we had a regular washing machine. Same with bidiculous (ridiculous) and falaxin’ (relaxing). Those just disappeared as she grew.

She’s held onto framote (remote). But that’s mostly because she can never remember which is the real word because she’s been using it for so long. 

George didn’t talk for the longest time. He said very few words. But he did call his sister Nenna since we called her Kenna. BTW—Kenna has since been banned from our house. She is McKenna…thank you very much. She’s a sassy one.

Theo has been saying MaHenna for McKenna since he could talk. And today, we with think we heard its demise. Aaron and I were lounging around and Theo was looking for his sister. He shouted, MaHenna. McKenna. We just looked at each other. Was that the very last time?

Hey, Buddy. Who are you looking for?

My sister. McKenna 

Who?

I told you. McKenna. 

Oh. Not MaHenna?

No. I said it. Her name is McKenna. 

And just like that. It’s gone. I’m sad.