The Twouble with Twoy

My mother is a speech therapist for elementary and junior high children. It is a wonderful profession that she is very, very good at and is recognized for locally. Her specialty? The 'R' sound. Funny thing? Her own daughter has issues with it.

Now, I don't want you to think that I'm walking around with a speech impediment. It happens on occasion, in fast conversation and when there is an r/w sound approaching. This post will be hard to describe (I'm sure actually HEARING me slip up is much more amusing) but hopefully the spelling can do it justice.

When I was in junior high, all I wanted was to be on the Brinley Bruins' Cheerleading Squad. Our colors were a combination of red, white and blue. Try-outs were coming up and I practiced my butt off. Every night and every morning in the mirror, in front of the two friends I had, to my dog...you get the point. I had the routine DOWN and I was planning on dominating. They were probably just going to make me head cheerleader right then and there (take that Buffy!). On the big day, my pom poms and I headed off to the gym. I got up in front of the panel, cleared my voice and started....
"Brinley! Bruins! Go, Fight, Win!"
Great, I shined like a star. Then came the big finale. The color chant.
"Red, wed, wed, wed, white, white, white, white and blue. (clap clap clap) and blue."

I know what you are thinking...."WUT HAPPENED?"

I got nervous, guys. I was chanting and then I anticipated that W and blew the whole thing. Needless to say...I didn't make the team.

There are many other stories just like this one (like the time I was in high school History and asked a question about the possibility of a "Whourld Roar Tree") but I think you get the point.

I also could never date a guy named Troy. Or Twoy in my world.