My wegs 'r cold

We were going to go out to eat yesterday and James had on shorts and his rash guard. So I said, “James, do you want some pants so your legs won’t be cold?” “No,” “Do you want some socks with your crocs?” “No, I’n okay, I’n okay.” When we got to Los Cabos, Russ got James out of the car for me and James said, “My wegs ‘r cold.” The funny part was that he wasn’t complaining that his legs were cold, just making a general observation that his legs were cold.