Ethan has come up with some real linguistic gems in the last few days.
- "I'm not going to be a doctor when I grow up. I'm going to be Batman."
- On proper placement of temporary tattoos on the back of the hand: "Don't put it on my 'nickels' (knuckles) or it will get damaged!"
- On ideal procedure for getting a real tattoo: "They should mix sleeping medicine in with the ink so when they poke it in, you fall asleep and don't feel any pain." Future anesthesiologist?
- On the status of a rash: "It completely vanished today!"
- Absorbed in play, Ethan voices his action figures. A muscular lifeguard says to his trusty ladder: "Mr. Ladder, I was worried you were gone forever." Mr. Ladder replies: "Don't worry, I always come home."
Sam took his time learning how to talk but now there's no stopping him. Amidst the large volume of emphatic but incomprehensible jabber, he throws in a couple of new words each day. It started with a humble vocabulary of food: chis (cheese), cashew, cak-kew (cracker or cereal).
Now we have:
- sauce (outside) - usually accompanied by insistently pulling on the door handle
- op-ay (open)
- buckew (buckle) - he loves buckling straps almost as much as he loves toilet paper and Marcy's printer
- sock
- shoes - usually while trying to force my shoes on for me
- bat (bath)
- up-ey (up)
- hat (for hat, hair or head)
- eyes
- nanay (banana)
Today we even heard opay buckew. A sentence!
He intermittently says things that sound like mommy, do-dee (Jody?), dada. Maybe after he's mastered food and clothing words he will pick some names for us.