The verbal blue streak continues with:
chair
crab
hippopotamus
spiderman
box
top (as in jar and box)
water
hat
turtle
wallet
He even took the top off a box, and when I put it on my head, he said “Hat!”
(I have edited this post twice today to add new words he keeps revealing. “Turtle” came out at the grocery store where they had a display of wooden animal massager thingys. He grabbed one and was playing with it and talking to it when I suddenly realized he was naming it Turule, Turule, Turule!)
And the words we’re oh so proud of:
thuck and thit (think phonemes, because that’s how he imitates us.)
Yes, our precocious little one has picked up the prime curse words from the potty mouths of his elders.
Yesterday or the day before? Which was it? When something I can’t remember happened, or when Scott found the blood (cat’s, not Jonah’s) on the changing table and shouted the totally appropriate expletive — and boy was crawling in the hallway and I heard him imitate: “Thuck!”
(Spent three hours with cat at vet yesterday, cat then stayed longer for hydration and urine collection. X-rays showed nothing amiss in the stones category. Astronomical vet bill. So far, no diagnosis. We’re giving him subcutaneous fluids and waiting for results of culture.)
According to Nanny, yesterday Jonah was crawling near the cat bowls and accidentally kicked the water bowl which sloshed water onto the floor. “Thit!” he said.
My mother famously reports that I said Thit when I dropped a cookie on the floor, in front of my great aunt — who found it funny though mom was embarrassed.
I just didn’t think we’d have to clean up our language so soon. Oh well. Good luck to us.
I’ve been telling you for months that he knows what you’re saying. They are taking in language in utero. You can try cleaning it up now.. disuse will make certain words go away. Better yet, emphatic substitution: Oh HECK! TARNATION! Horsefeathers! and so on. Still graphicly Anglo-Saxon, therefore interesting, but not filthy.
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PS I cussed out a driver in a gas station in L.A. when my younger one was 3. He translated what I said into “f**king Mister” (I think I said F U Mister). EVer after that he would say F***ing MISTER when he was angry. What was I going to do, correct his usage in swearwords? Ulp.
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Part of my family’s oral history involves my brother, who is now 52. When he was four my mother let loose a “son of a bitch” when she thought he was out of earshot. He announced to a room full of adults that he new what that meant-it was a big truck that got in Mommy’s way when she was driving. So watch it, this stuff could haunt you forever.