I know, 3 posts in one day... I have no life.
This was just too funny not to share.
Yesterday morning, while getting ready for school, Gregory grabbed a pair of underwear from his drawer. It was covered with pictures of little parachuters. He giggled, commenting on the guys with their balloons. I corrected him by explaining they were parachuters.
He repeated back, "Parrot shooters?"
I enunciated the correct way of saying it several times, but he always said, "Parrot shooter." I don't think he thought about what he was saying, or he would've acted more disturbed... I hope.