Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Ari is a chatterbox.  He's been vocal for many months, and he carries on lengthy conversations with me (and with himself), yet his English vocabulary is still a bit, well, ineffective.  I'm pretty good at deciphering his broken English, but the residents of Brookline are often taken aback by his word choice.

You see, he uses the same two words to point out the following items: Clock, Train, Tree, Rooster (or any bird), Truck, Sock, Tickle, Toes, Cloud, Carrot, and many other "c" and "t" words.

And what, you ask, are the two words he shouts every single time he sees or hears any of these things?


Usually, it's like this (pointing) to one tree after another, "titty titty titty titty titty titty."  And when he sees a bird, he runs after it screaming "cock!!! cock!! cock!!" 

(We won't be teaching the next kid the sound a rooster makes.)

So now you understand my problem.  There are a lot of trees in the neighborhood.  And he's obsessed with trucks.  And on cloudy days, I really should just stay inside.

There's not much I can do except say the full name of the object and hope he catches on.  (And try not to laugh.  Too much.  Other moms don't find it funny.) 

And until then, I'm the Mom with the potty mouth child.

(And I couldn't be prouder.)


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