Language acquisition
Boy Star has developed quite the imagination. He is also quite adept at expressing himself.
BS: What's for dinner tonight?
MS: Spaghetti.
BS: I don't want pasketti. I don't like it.
MS: I didn't ask if you like it. I told you what's for dinner.
BS: That's not fair, mommy.
MS: Fair's a place you take your pig, baby.
BS: No mommy. You go to the fair all by yourself. And take your noodles with you.
So after I stopped laughing, I told him I had to call Grammie Imelda. He needs to know this because he has appointed himself keeper of the phone.
"Don't talk on the phone. It'll kill you. I don't want you to get killed."
Seriously, three year olds are aliens. He spent all afternoon throwing a pillowcase over his head telling Baby Star he was a flying Dutchman ghost.
Aliens.
BS: What's for dinner tonight?
MS: Spaghetti.
BS: I don't want pasketti. I don't like it.
MS: I didn't ask if you like it. I told you what's for dinner.
BS: That's not fair, mommy.
MS: Fair's a place you take your pig, baby.
BS: No mommy. You go to the fair all by yourself. And take your noodles with you.
So after I stopped laughing, I told him I had to call Grammie Imelda. He needs to know this because he has appointed himself keeper of the phone.
"Don't talk on the phone. It'll kill you. I don't want you to get killed."
Seriously, three year olds are aliens. He spent all afternoon throwing a pillowcase over his head telling Baby Star he was a flying Dutchman ghost.
Aliens.
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