“How many is this? Oh, let’s count! One…two…three! Three Vienna sausages! One…two…three! That’s right! Three! What a big boy!” I burbled…
…at my one year old…
……who is barely spitting out a ‘muhm-muhm’ to mean “mommy” and “bah-bah” for bottle and otherwise doesn’t understand a word of plain old English.
I know that I could have simply dropped them on his tray and said, “Gabble gooka gigga blah! Sweetheart!” and it would have meant just as much to him. It’s probably just a wee tad soon for the whole ‘learn to count’ routine, doancha think?
But still, I can’t resist. “What color is that? Orange! How many is that? FIVE! One, two, three, four, FIVE! Five juicy oranges! Is this a toe? Nooooo…that’s not a toe! That’s a finger! Fing-ger!”
What a dolt. Oh well. At least he isn’t old enough to grasp just how nutty his mommy is…yet…
It was such an unusual cold
1 month ago
This is not nutty. I taught DD to say the word "clown" when she was a newborn. Honestly! I broke it down to three syllables and made the sounds slowly over and over and over and then suddenly one day she said it. "Clown." Of course, she pronounced it with three syllabes, but hey, she was a newborn!
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