He Must be From Brooklyn

"Now it's you's turn," he'll tell me when we play Candyland. He was born into an all-Minnesotan family and has only lived in Minnesota, but you'd think my 3 yr old nephew Dylan (aka Yell) is from Brooklyn or something.

He has the cutest speech impediments already. His thick tongue often reminds me of the Warner Bros. cartoon cat Sylvester ("thuffering thucotash"). "Stay" is instead pronounced "thtay" and "those" is "thothe." He also doesn't pronounce "r", but does the typical "w" sound, placing him "hue" instead of "here."

Then he gets the idea that the possessive form of words is I-mine, him-his, Dylan-Dylan's, you-you's. He also decided that the multiple of you is yous. Instead of saying something like "you guys" he'll say "yous."

Now all he needs to go with his Brooklyn accent is the grimacing face and lots of hand gestures and he could fit right in on the steps outside a Brooklyn apartment building...a potty mouth would help too. Luckily, so far "thut up" is racey enough for him.