Eli, my freckled little wild animal, has a speech impediment. He can't pronounce the letter L, and substitutes "g" for it, occasionally "y". I am trying not to get worked up about it (mommy paranoia, you know), and I have to admit it's pretty cute sometimes. Really, who cares when a kid can say, "rollie-pollie," when instead they can say "rogie-pogie." Or "pigbug." "That's horribug!"
The school ladies tell me that the district will do nothing until he's enrolled in Kindergarden. So for now Egi Cyemens will go on being Egi Cyemens. His swimming teacher just thought I had given him a hardcore weirdo name until he heard me calling Eli to get out of the pool. "Oh, Eli! I thought "Egi" was a pretty weird name."