Impractical Jokers Preference/Imagines

(47) First Word

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Sal:

You and Sal were playing with your first born, Florence as you were both teaching her barnyard animals.

You press on the cow image as the female voice speaks following along the noise of what the cow makes.

Florence points at it, "c... cow"

You look at Sal, he looks at you back alertedly, "did she just say cow?"

"I think she did..."

"Cow!" She says raising her cute lil voice.

"Yes that's a cow" you say happily.

"God I hope she doesn't want a cow when she's older" Sal face palms. You can't help yourself but to laugh, "can I have a cow?"

Q:

"Okay, mummy just went to work so it's just me and you" Q says walking into Evelyn's nursey. She was standing in her crib holding onto the rails. She looks at him in curiosity.

"She saw your first stand, first steps but she won't take away the first words" he takes a froggy chair setting it down in front of her.

"It's not like you can understand me now, you're a baby"

Evelyn makes a sound.

"You want to get out of there? Want daddy to pick you up?" Q asks now standing, "just kidding you can't leave unless you say something" he sits back down looking around the room.

He sighs to himself. He grabs her favourite bunny plush putting on a different voice, "Dada... can you say dada?"

He tries a few more tries before throwing the toy away. He looks at the time, "time for my lunch, wanna come along?"

She doesn't say anything, she still gives him that same confused look. Q picks her up holding her in his embrace. He takes her downstairs now putting her in the baby bouncer.

Q turns around about to go to the kitchen when suddenly he stubs his pinkie toe on the corner of the coffee table, "ahh fuckkk!"

Evelyn begins to laugh at his pain. He turns around to look at her. He groans plopping himself down on the couch.

"Fuck" she giggles.

Q looks up at her alertedly and regretfully. He wanted to laugh but realised how bad this could actually be.

"Uh oh..."

Joe:

"Say dada... dada" Joe says while holding his son, Francisco. You come out placing his lunch on the coffee table and your son's bottle to him, "you can say dada but you can say-"

"Mama" Francisco interrupts. Joe looks at you in shock, "how did you do that?"

"No idea, but he just said mama!"

Murr:

You, Murr and your first born James Jr were taking a nice stroll around the park.

"People really need to learn how to pick their dog's poop" You say shaking your head.

"I agree, it's disgusting especially stepping in it" he cringes.

"Poop" James Jr points. You gasp while Murr laughs.

"Murr!" You scold.

"My son's first word is poop!"

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