Toddlers talk funny, and sometimes we misunderstand them, to humorous effect.
Imagine, if you are able: Scott comes home; Henry and I are listening to music, as is our way at times (those times being when we are not making Playdoh pancakes or weeping into our fists).
Scott: What are you listening to, sport?
Henry: It’s a song about fucking.
Scott looks at me.
Me: That’s not what he’s saying! He’s obviously saying something else!
Henry (delighted): It’s about fucking! FUCKING!
Me: I know he’s saying something else! I just can’t identify what it is!
I waited for him to lie his dinosaur on top of Spider-Man and say, “Like that! Fucking!” But fortunately for me and sadly for this blog, no.
Now before I endure another onslaught of scandalized emails: PEOPLE. He was not saying that. He speaks in the charming but often baffling language of toddler-ese, where f’s become s’s and “puppies” becomes something obscene. He was probably saying “It’s a song I enjoy very fucking much.” Like that! You see!










January 16, 2005
Reader Comments (37)
ahhh, gotta love kids.
When I was 2, I couldn't make the "tr-" sound, and I would replace it with "f". There exists an audiotape of my father coaching me to say "fire truck". FIRE FUCK! FIRE FUCK! FIRE FUCK! I still haven't lived that one down. In fact, I'm not sure why I just told you that.
(aka Betsy)
Sadly, it didn't mean anything else. Bad mother, me.
I'll give you credit for making me cringe at the memory, though. ;)
And my daughter spends an inordinate amount of time hanging out with my mom and all her Church friends...
"The pony's name was YUCKY?"
"No, Dad! Not Yucky! YUCKY!"
"Yucky?"
"NO! YUCKY!"
Repeat ad nauseum. Luckily for me, sometime before my husband entered first grade, his father finally figured out that the pony's name was LUCKY.
Because if it was "Gett Off," the kid's got a point.
1. When my daughter was 18 months old, when she said "juice" and "shoes", they both sounded the same. I'll never forget how she gave me this horrible, frustrated, "you dumbshit" look when I kept trying to show give her shoes when she just wanted to drink some juice.
2. I became very frazzled at the grocery store once when the car seat had inexpicably broken and I had to get our 2-year old home. I called my husband on the cell phone and was wailing -- he said, "just drive slowly". So, I get home and when I get in the house, the first thing out of my daughter's mouth was, "Daddy, the fucking car seat is broken." My bad.
It goes like this: You have two sets of cards, one with beginning sounds and one with ending sounds. You can mix and match them in a variety of ways, but I was keeping the end sound the same, while flipping over the beginning sounds. Sometimes the two sounds make 'real' words, sometimes they are 'made-up' words, the point is that they are able to 'read' the words phonetically, with speed and accuracy.
I was doing the 'it' ending. Unfortunately, as I was a young and inexperienced, (stupid!), teacher, I had the cards in front of me so I COULD NOT see them, but the class could.
Can you predict the ending...?
p-itm-itch-itth-itf-itsh-it
The whole class cracked up laughing and I went crying to my supervisor that I had just made the WHOLE CLASS SAY SHIT!
I was, however, relieved we weren't doing the 'uck' ending!