I Am Myoozgick
November 24, 2009 by NaysWay · 4 Comments
IDK, sometimes.
She’s three. I don’t expect much out of her. I guess that’s why she surprises me with some of the things she says. Things I wouldn’t expect to come out of the mouth of a three-year-old. During Mooter’s birthday bowling bash, the lunch was delivered and BFam was busy plating food for the littler kids. Booger’s going through this phase of independence where everything you try to do for her is met with, “I DO IT!” For some reason, she was having no parts of trying to plate her own food. We thought it a momentary relapse. Sometimes she likes to get lazy. Untied shoes make her fall over with exhaustion. Unwiped mouths bore her. Those are the things she expects you to take care of because *sigh*… Mommy, I too tyyyyyeyerrrrrrd. So BFam plated and passed the entree to Booger, not really ready to get into a pissing match with a toddler over the timing of her independence usage. “I no eet diss, Daddy,” she said, “iz deezgazting.”
Wait a minute. Did she just say something was disgusting? This kid, man. She tries to fool us all, but I know she’s working on her college dissertation in her room and covering it with demands for cake and chocolate.
It’s safe to say her knowledge of words and how to use them is more advanced than her years. Her new thing is spelling out words, then turning to you and asking you “whut duz dat say?” So she’s ready for her scholarship to Harvard, right?
Ladies and gentlemen… meet “music”:
Maybe it was a glitch. Maybe she’s tired. Maybe she’s cruisin’ for a butt whoopin’! The flips are a good indication of either a maniac or lethargy. It’s a toss-up but I’ll bet on lethargy. Let’s try it again…
Anybody know a good community college?
These videos are cracking me up this morning! HA! I love it!
If it makes you feel any better, my 16 year old couldn’t say the word ‘hamburger’ until she was about 7. She always called it ‘hangleburger’. No idea why.
When Mooter was learning to say hamburger, trailers for The Pink Panther (with Steve Martin) were playing on TV. She thought the way he said it was the way it was supposed to be said, so she’d say “ahmboogoo”. Oy, that took a long time to break.
This was fun to watch. My 5 year old can’t say the “J” sound. Sadly, his older brother’s name starts with “J”, so when he calls for his brother it comes out as “Doughy.” (Thankfully his brother is very thin, otherwise he might get a complex)
That is SO CUTE! Doughy. Tee-hee!