I may have written in the past about our child’s fun (so far) verbosity. But I can’t help myself from talking about it more. There’s nothing better than hearing things like:
Dat’s a big, black G.
Do you want Yoko Ono
and, if his sandwich is too hot,
Do you wanna warm it down
What else would be the opposite of “warm it up” when you’re two years old?
The “do you want” construct is how he requests things.
Do you want shoes off.
Do you want no potatoes.
Do you want vacuum.
These mean, of course, “Please take off my shoes,” “No potatoes, thank you,” and “You better get out the vacuum right now or I will pitch a fit,” respectively.
Until recently, the toddler’s language skills have helped us avoid lots of standard issue fit-pitching. At least I attribute some of his calm to those skills. He didn’t have to cry or flail, because he could just talk about what he wanted. Now, as his world gets bigger, his desires more toddlery, we do run into some pretty amazing kabuki faces. Last night, for example, he was dramatically dismayed to learn, “Do you want Sunbutter sandwich,” did not result in a change on the dinner menu.
We think about words in this house. It’s easier to do when your kid starts repeating everything you say pretty early on. We try to keep adult conversations adult-only. And I don’t mean obscenities (it’s a true miracle he’s only echoed two of them). I’m talking adult things like work stress, or hideous current events, or gossip.
I enjoy the consciousness this speaking child brings to our home in this way. I used to have to think about language on my own accord. My second year in Hungary, good Christian that I am, I gave up sweets and swearing for Lent. The sweets “sacrifice” is a common one. The swearing was to bring more consciousness into my days. I was swearing in two languages pretty proficiently. While I truly relish well-placed foul language, I was completely out of control of my mouth at that time.
Now I have an extra reason to be in control of my mouth. ‘Cuz the nonsense I spout will come right back at me. Out of the mouths of babes.