Waiting at the pediatrician’s office this morning. Nobody is sick, per se, but since the rain has let up I thought we’d get Me Too a refill on her asthma medicine.
As Me Too says, “Doctors know a lot about cough-es.” She’s going through this cute stage where she’s over applying a grammar rule. We’ve been getting lots of -es plurals when an -s is all that’s required. Also strange past tense generalizations like “goed” and “hitted.” Hopefully it will sort itself out. Her pronunciation is still quite baby like.
For example she just asked me if that baby needs a ketchup.
I asked her what a baby would do with ketchup, and she informed me very matter-of-factly that babies need ketchups to make sure they are growing right.
This is very similar to the kitchen/chicken mix-up that causes various forms of hilarity on a semi regular basis.
Me First, on the other hand, is going through a comparitively cuteless phase. Unless of course you like lots of sulking and smart ass remarks and general attitudiness. In that case, we’re probably already friends anyway. (^w^)
Me First has finally started writing sentences on his own!! We’ve been working so hard on his English every day, and I am really really really thrilled! Of course his sentences are things like “I hait ta queen” and “Fis lev en da reef.” Bit like reading Chaucer, actually, except that I can’t find the Cliff’s Notes.
Found this little gem written on the door write above “No Momy.” Had no idea what it was supposed to mean…
“Ton’t youz ta hou”
Had to ask. Apparently in modern English, it’s “Don’t use the hole.”
And, yeah, there is one in the door. It keeps getting bigger because folks keep putting their little arms through it. Thus the self reminder, I guess.
And yes, my own mother would have never allowed such a thing to happen in her house. I am officially deficient in all things female.