At two years old, Simon is just starting to work on his pronounciation. And because of it, our living room is sounding more like a hockey locker room. The especially problematic words are "frog" and "bridge". We all understand that as he jumps aound the house he is trying to say, "ribbit, ribbit, frog" but the last bit comes out considerably coarser.
Good thing we live in Japan where few can understand my lumberjack-mouthed boy.