King of the Die-No-Soars

Theo has been working on his dinosaur vocabulary, and let me tell you - he’s got opinions about pronunciation.

King of the Die-No-Soars

Today he stood in the kitchen, held up his T-Rex, and declared with complete authority: ‘DIE-NO-SOAR!’ Not dinosaur. Die-no-soar. Like he’s naming his kingdom.

I recorded it (obviously) and now Marcus, Sophie and I have all started saying it his way. Why would we correct perfection? The kid says it with more confidence than I’ve ever said anything in my life. He’s the undisputed ruler of all die-no-soars in this house, and honestly, we’re just honored to be his subjects.

Sophie tried to teach him the ‘right’ way earlier and he looked at her like she was the one who was confused. Sorry sweetie, but your brother has spoken. Long live the die-no-soars!