When we were kids, little kids, before any bad things happened, my brother was partially deaf and had trouble learning words. Later, Mom would have his tonsils removed, and that somehow fixed his hearing, because the deafness was linked causally with frequent and severe ear infections. But until that happened, he said words like, "Kee qu-oom," which meant 'thank you.' Our older half-brother, who was a teenager at the time, delighted in giving the younger boy words to say, just to see how they would be repeated back.
"Hey, say 'thank you.'"
"Kee qu-oom!" *giggle*
...and so on.
Until one morning at breakfast,...
...and jaws dropped all over the table.
Some things just come naturally. Some times, it's a thing we least expect.