conversing with my 2-year-old (26 months if you wanna be real anal about it) son dutch is so much fun these days. half of the time i don’t have a clue what he’s saying because he tends to make up words as fillers to describe what he’s talking about when he doesn’t know the real words. then other times it’s so clear and crisp and dead-on.
and can i just say that my child is the bossiest little 2-year-old dictator EVER? i don’t know where he gets this stuff from. he has the craziest facial expressions to go along with all of his bossiness too.
anyway, here’s mr. “boss of nothing” (as i like to call him):
mama to daddy: [daddy had said something really silly.] hahaha… shut up, you are so silly!!
dutch: mama, don’t say ‘shut-up, daddy.’
mama: you’re so right! i’m sorry, daddy, for saying shut up.
daddy: that’s right, man, you tell her!
dutch to daddy: [with the best crooked grin ever.] shut up, daddy.
mama: dutch, you just told me not to say shut up and now you’re saying it to daddy. tell daddy you’re sorry.
dutch to mama: shut up, mama.
mama: i’m happy, dutch, are you happy?
dutch: no, i don’t want it.
dutch: mama, come here!
mama: what, dutch?
dutch: don’t say ‘what, dutch?’ say ‘yes, dutch.’
lesson here: you know, when you teach a kid something it’s important that you also follow through on your own rules ’cause you know, it kinda sucks to be corrected by a 2-year-old.