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August 09, 2004

Cute Kid Tricks (or, "My Kids Channel Abbot and Costello") « Kidblogging »

My son is somewhat of a perfectionist, with a great attention to detail. My daughter is much more relaxed and unconcerned with precision. One way this manifests itself is in their speech. My 4-year-old son has always had much more accurate pronunciation, whereas sometimes it is difficult to figure out what the heck my 2-year-old daughter was trying to say.

For some reason, my son has taken it upon himself to improve his sister's pronunciation. So when we drive around town on errands, he gives her words to try and say, and drills her until her pronunciation improves, if not achieves perfection.

A few days ago they were in the middle of one session when my son started in on the names of colors, something my daughter really hasn't learned yet. "Red", "brown", and "black" were practiced without significant difficulty. But the trouble started with "White". Noel had no idea what he was talking about so kept re-interpreting what he said into something she could understand.

Brady: "Noel, say 'white'."
Noel: "Wipes."
Brady: "No, 'white'."
Noel: "Wipes."
Brady: "No, listen: 'White'."
Noel: "Ohhhhh!" (as if it were finally clear) "Wipes."
Brady: [sigh] "WhiTe."
Noel: "WiPES."
Brady: "Whiiiiiiiiii.......te."
Noel: "Ohhhhhhh! Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.........pes."

They kept it up for about 10 minutes, accompanied by veritable paroxysms of laughter from the adults up front...

Posted by Nathan at 12:38 PM | Comments (2)

Georgia does the same thing (2 in a few weeks). She knows every letter of the alphabet and can pronouce every sound, but she garbles them up.

Milk is Dilk (but she can say "Moo")
Grapes are Bapes
Soap is Boap while Soup is Poop (S's are very difficult for kids to start a word with for some unknown reason).

Lots of fun!

Posted by: Sharp as a Marble at August 9, 2004 12:50 PM

We took my 23 month old Godson to the ice cream parlour Saturday night. He got a "clown sundae", which means sundae with an ice cream cone "hat". My Godson seemed to confuse the cone-hat for a toy, and it eventually had to be set aside because it was making the mess ten times worse. After getting ice cream and strawberry syrup every place imagineable, we swing through the "candy store" portion (Incidentally, where you pay your bill)and Michael picked up a big roll of Smarties. As we all went to the car, I dropped the roll of Smarties and they subsequently rolled under a car. Michael retrieved them, looked at me, and said, "Bad Jolene!" and shook his head. Of course, he knew what was to come next. My Godson said, "Bad Jolene, Bad!"

We got in the car and as we drove, Godson said, "Joleeeene?"

"Yes?" I reply.

"Are you baaaaad?" he says. and all the way home it was "Are you baaaad?"

His parents picked him up as he came through the door. "Did you have fun?" says the mom. "Jolene took my ice cream cone off my ice cream. Jolene is BAAAAD."

"Bad Jo!" His parents say, shaking their heads and laughing in unison.

Good Lord.


Posted by: Jo at August 9, 2004 12:57 PM
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