Me! Me! Meeeeee! Me!
Neither of my girls have been big talkers at the ripe old age of “one”.
Julie refused to say a damn word until she was two, at which time I was halfway on the phone with a specialist because I was nearly positive she was autistic or SOMETHING was wrong with her. Oh my gawd, bless her little handicapped heart, my poor kid is MUTE! [be sure to say that with a darling southern accent, otherwise YOU JUST DON'T GET THE ENTIRE EFFECT]
She wasn’t. Now she’ll say, “Mommy, I’m really frustrated with your behavior today,” and “Do you remember the special little baby boy? He had a little bitty PEANUT!”. And most of the time, I can’t get her to STOP talking. She takes after her dad. *cough*
So April, well, I’d be concerned about the fact that she’s not really talking yet, but after my experience with my first little spawn, I’m not. I know before long I’m gonna be wishing it were legal to gag your kids because she’ll be screaming, “Mama! What the fuck does that asshole in front of you think he’s doing,” sometime next month while we’re checking out preschools for her big sis. And that kid has a voice like no other- for real, she can out-yell me by about a hundred decibels (is that a lot? I can’t remember a damn thing about decibels, and I don’t care enough to stop and look it up)… so you can bet I’ll be getting a plethora of spitwads throw at me from any surrounding adults for exposing my innocent child to that kind of horrible profanity. Except she honestly doesn’t usually hear it from me. Every bad word my kids learn comes from my mother and I only wish I was joking!
However, there is one thing she’ll say besides “ma-ma” and “thank you” (which sounds more like, “danke”), and that’s, “Me!”.
So now, the little monster’s favorite thing to scream aside from “Heh!” is “Me! Me! Meeeeee! Me!“. She even takes the liberty of pointing to herself while she does it some of the time while running toward me ominously.
Isn’t that just lovely?
Can I hear some applause, please?
Current Mood:
Alarmed
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