My 21-month-old has a growing list of favorite words. He loves saying "truck." In fact, he calls everything on wheels a truck. That is, unless it's a bus, a tractor, a Jeep, or a dohder (which deciphered from little guy speak, means bulldozer). The other day, he saw a person who uses a wheelchair and his eyes got big with excitement, he pointed and said "ooooh. truck." Another word he loves is doggie, or the variation "buppie", which means, of course, puppy. The word NO is always a hit. Not when we say it, mind you, but he's a big fan when it's being shouted at the top of his own lungs. He even has a few words we haven't quite put with an object yet. One sounds like "deedoobott". If you can translate, please do!
But his truly most favorite term has to be the classic...
Uh-oh.
Takes shovel after shovel of sand from his sandbox and dumps it onto the grass. Uh-oh. Slowly and methodically turns his sippy cup upside down and spills its contents all over himself and the carpet. Uh-oh. Climbs onto a kitchen chair, then onto the table, knocking over everything in his path. Uh-oh. Sticks his hand in the toilet. Uh-oh. Opens the cabinet and pulls out one pan, which causes seven others to tumble with loud crashes onto the floor. Uh-oh. You get the idea.
My biggest fear, though, is that he will pick up a word that we really don't want him to say, then say it over and over again. We don't let him watch TV, except for the occasional kids cartoon or - not my idea, I swear - Tour de France coverage. And we've been trying to watch our mouths, adopting words we learned in Mormonville, Utah, for those times when we break a glass or slam our finger in a door or otherwise cause ourselves bodily injury. For example, "oh my heck," "fudge," or "for the love of pete." Whoever Pete is.
The past few days the kid's been uttering a word over and over, a word I just can't figure out. Sounds like it starts with an "S". Could be ship. Or sit. Or set. At least we're hoping it's one of those. It sounds suspiciously like an exclamation.
UH-OH.
But his truly most favorite term has to be the classic...
Uh-oh.
Takes shovel after shovel of sand from his sandbox and dumps it onto the grass. Uh-oh. Slowly and methodically turns his sippy cup upside down and spills its contents all over himself and the carpet. Uh-oh. Climbs onto a kitchen chair, then onto the table, knocking over everything in his path. Uh-oh. Sticks his hand in the toilet. Uh-oh. Opens the cabinet and pulls out one pan, which causes seven others to tumble with loud crashes onto the floor. Uh-oh. You get the idea.
My biggest fear, though, is that he will pick up a word that we really don't want him to say, then say it over and over again. We don't let him watch TV, except for the occasional kids cartoon or - not my idea, I swear - Tour de France coverage. And we've been trying to watch our mouths, adopting words we learned in Mormonville, Utah, for those times when we break a glass or slam our finger in a door or otherwise cause ourselves bodily injury. For example, "oh my heck," "fudge," or "for the love of pete." Whoever Pete is.
The past few days the kid's been uttering a word over and over, a word I just can't figure out. Sounds like it starts with an "S". Could be ship. Or sit. Or set. At least we're hoping it's one of those. It sounds suspiciously like an exclamation.
UH-OH.
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