These little men are so talkative these days. I’m so happy they can finally fulfill the measure of their creation by giving me unlimited hugs and kisses as well as all-you-can-eat “I love you, Mommy”‘s, plus whenever I put on a skirt they call me a princess. I’m not gonna lie, it’s awesome.
So here’s a sampling of the toddler talk this week.
Me: We have to get your clothes on so we can go to music class.
Salty: Superman to the rescue, Yes! That smells like a great idea!
Pepperpot has learned the word truck wrong. He knows what a firetruck is, but then assumed the part of that word that was the noun not the descriptor is “fire” so he calls all trucks “fires”. Garbagefire, Mailfire, Packagefire, even Firesnow which must mean snowplow. So this week he was holding a firetruck when I said,
Me: Come on, we’ve got to change you’re diaper.
Peppers: No, I’m fresh!
Me: You’re not fresh, you need your diaper changed.
Peppers: No, I wanna hold my fire.
Me: Okay, hold your fire. Haha! That’s an expression that means something totally different, but kind of works when you’re changing a diaper. Sadly, all of this is lost on you.
Peppers: You silly, Mommy!
Peppers also uses the word “teardown” to refer to all construction and construction vehicles. So when we saw a mini backhoe being towed on the highway, he exclaimed,
Peppers: Oh! Look at da baby teardown! Dat’s a baby teardown!