It’s been a while since I recounted for you all of the words my toddler could say. Since then, he’s truly turned a corner verbally. His vocabulary has exploded into phrases and he’s rapidly making headway into sentences. He can answer questions (even abstract ones like how was your day? which gets a tiny little good with a big smile). He can consider your explanations (he will studiously listen to you explain that if he stays in the bath much longer, he’ll get all prune-y, to which he responds ok while pulling the drain plug).
We talk about it being cold outside or bright outside or scary outside (poor baby). We talk about trucks and school busses and concrete mixers (his absolute favorite). We talk about dinosaurs and big dinosaurs and tiny dinosaurs and hot dinosaurs. He’ll attempt to sing along with Daniel Tiger songs and is doing a pretty good job of getting all the words in. He picks up new words seemingly instantly, so long as it’s a fun word (the windmills on our way to West Texas were a big hit).
And so, we’re finally to the stage of parenting where we need to start watching what we say to each other. Spelling out m-i-l-k for instance or c-o-o-k-i-e-s. We’ll have a learning curve, I’m sure, because we’ve both got a sarcastic sense of humor, especially Luffy. And then there’s the cursing. Neither of us curse much in everyday conversation, but we do manage to let an expletive fly under pressure (or stubbed toes). Which brings us to my current dilemma:
I noticed it a few days before Thanksgiving, and even pointed it out to my mom while we were there. The dumpling was saying sit sit sit sit sit sit. Or was that shit? Or some other form of a word he hasn’t quite picked up yet?
I passed it off as coincidence until Sunday, when the dumpling managed to lightly bonk his head on the end table and let out a perfectly timed oh shit!
Truly a milestone for the baby books, ladies and gentlemen!
Unfortunately for us, he seems quite enamored with his new phrase and utters it constantly for everything from dropping his toy to bumping into the wall. It’s adorable, but it’s also something I’ve got mixed feelings on.
I don’t really believe in “bad words.” I wouldn’t mind a teenage dumpling exclaiming oh shit! over a dropped phone. What I do mind though, is a child who can’t control it or realize that certain situations require certain words (or the lack of others). Cursing is a grown-up task (to speak in Daniel Tiger vernacular) because it requires gauging the situation and company and formality. You don’t curse at work or in front of your grandmother, but you do with your friends. Or you do curse at work because your job has a very informal setting, but not with that one friend who is very religious. You get the idea. Kids can’t make these types of judgments.
So anyway, that’s going on. It’s a mystery as to where he’s picked it up. I definitely say oh shit on occasion, but not enough for him to pick up on (at least I don’t think). I’m much more likely to say ridiculous words like whoopsies! Luffy’s more partial to the f-word when pressed, so it’s not him. Maybe there’s another little toddler in his classroom with a fondness for oh shit.