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But sometimes she's right...

Remember I told you that Charlotte loves trucks, but she can't say the "tr" and it sounds like an "f" instead?  Well, now she's very excited specifically about DUMP trucks.  Except that she doesn't enunciate the terminal "p."

So yes, my happy two year old is babbling happily about the "dum f*ck."

The worst part is, she's right a lot of the time.  Have you seen the way some of those guys drive?


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kass_rants
May. 19th, 2011 03:29 pm (UTC)
I love your child.
kls_eloise
May. 19th, 2011 10:55 pm (UTC)
Times like this make it worth all the times I'm mightily tempted to throw her out the window - and don't. :-)

The best part is that years from now when I've forgotten all of these things, I'll have this journal to remind me of them. Some of this stuff is going to horrify her someday...
antoniseb
May. 19th, 2011 03:43 pm (UTC)
Nice!
hugh_mannity
May. 19th, 2011 05:09 pm (UTC)
Teach her to speak English. The English for "truck" is "lorry". (don't ask I don't know)

Apparently at her age I used to stand on the back seat of the car (what? seat belts? child seats? Bah! humbug!) look out the rear window and sing the lorry song -- endlessly chanting the word "lorry" to whatever passes for a tune when you're two.
kls_eloise
May. 19th, 2011 11:00 pm (UTC)
I'm sure "truck" appears often at daycare - not sure I care to waste my energy fighting it. Besides, she'll be able to enunciate soon enough, and since she's not getting any reaction out of us with it, she doesn't know that there's any issue.

I know the lorry song - our version is endless chanting of "Daddy at work? Daddy at work? Daddy at work?"

I remember roaming the back seat during all those drives back and forth to Minnesota - and hanging over the back of it to fish things out of the cooler for my parents.
galingale
May. 22nd, 2011 01:31 am (UTC)
When Rob was tiny, his family moved from the farm in northwestern CT to an apartment in Washington DC. Little Robbie was in culture shock without his cows & chickens & wildlife -- even his favorite kids books were about birds&animals that had adventures. And names. They had names. So when he saw a crow out the window, he greeted it like an old friend -- he ran to the window and leaned out waving, yelling "Blacky! Blacky!"

Yeah. He didn't understand why his Mom pulled him in so quickly. She was mortified, but no reaction from the neighbors is recorded... so apparently no harm done.
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