Ten more
In the past three weeks, the little man has picked up even more wanna-be words:
cheche/checha = leche/lechita = milk
who = jugo = juice (or anything that isn't water or milk)
momo = moco = booger (yes, only I would purposefully teach my son that word)
poo poo = self explanatory
abo = arbol = tree
fa = fresa = strawberry
che = chicken
baw = ball
bubba = bubbles
ta = fruita = fruit
I especially love how he says bubbles. Unfortunately every time we blow bubbles he has a shit fit. The problem is once you open the bubble container, you must be prepared to blow bubbles for the rest of eternity because the moment you decide to stop all hell breaks loose. OK Christian time to put away the bubbles and go inside. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! BUUUUUBBBBBBAAAAAAA!
Yeah, so you can imagine we don't do bubbles too often around here.
On a separate and totally unrelated note, I was having chinese for lunch yesterday and decided to crack open a fortune cookie. I picked one out of the bunch and read my fortune:
Sometimes travel to new places leads to great transformation.
Funny. Real funny. When I got home, the travel taunting continued because I got a postcard in the mail from Rome. How nice.
cheche/checha = leche/lechita = milk
who = jugo = juice (or anything that isn't water or milk)
momo = moco = booger (yes, only I would purposefully teach my son that word)
poo poo = self explanatory
abo = arbol = tree
fa = fresa = strawberry
che = chicken
baw = ball
bubba = bubbles
ta = fruita = fruit
I especially love how he says bubbles. Unfortunately every time we blow bubbles he has a shit fit. The problem is once you open the bubble container, you must be prepared to blow bubbles for the rest of eternity because the moment you decide to stop all hell breaks loose. OK Christian time to put away the bubbles and go inside. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! BUUUUUBBBBBBAAAAAAA!
Yeah, so you can imagine we don't do bubbles too often around here.
On a separate and totally unrelated note, I was having chinese for lunch yesterday and decided to crack open a fortune cookie. I picked one out of the bunch and read my fortune:
Sometimes travel to new places leads to great transformation.
Funny. Real funny. When I got home, the travel taunting continued because I got a postcard in the mail from Rome. How nice.
posted by Claudia at 9:37 AM
2 Comments:
Oh my gosh, kids and bubbles... it's an obsession!!! My nephews think that playing bubbles should be an all-day activity... as in 24 hours a day!!
It's so much fun when kids start grasping language... cute, cute!
Jane, Pinks & Blues Girls
Oh, I see your fortune cookie as a good sign — maybe a travel opportunity will drop into your lap...
And as someone who taught her kid "fart" — as in, "Who farted?" "DADDY farted!" I heartily approve of you teaching Christian to say "booger"
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