Yale (Not Scream)

Our friend Mary brought this shirt back for Nathan after she spent a good bit of last summer at Yale (she's smart like that).  Nathan looks adorably collegiate and scholarly in it, don't you think?  Like such a smarty boy. 

If you think so, it's only because you can't hear him talking about it. 

Your daily Nathan: with a sweet southern accent

Turns out our sweet little genius baby can't say Yale.  He can say... yell.  No matter how many times we try to get him to say it, and how many words we try to get him to rhyme it with (say tail like what's on your tiger, say mail like your mail truck, say whale like in your book, say yay like you're happy), it still mostly just comes out yell. 

At one point when I asked him what his shirt says, he replied matter-of-factly, Yell. Not scream. It's not nice to scream. Is that a little bit naughty?

{sigh}

We're officially giving up.  He can call it whatever he wants.  He's clearly not going to school there anyway.  :)