Kid Talk 2

An earlier entry documented my son’s vocabulary between the ages of two and three. I was still an avid journal keeper when he was between the ages of three and four. My daughter started speaking as well. There’s not much I like better than observing a child’s speech development!

Nathan was nothing if not articulate. Just short of three, Nathan refused to eat a banana before his cookie. The bribe didn’t work, and I ended up giving him the cookie. He let me know he appreciated that: “It was very nice of you to give me that cookie without eating a banana.”

As Christmas approached, we kept a small number of ornaments in the cookie snowhouse. When Nathan wanted to see them, he told me that he was feeling housey, treesy, angely, or candy caney.

Another time, I lay down with him, and he said, “I’m with you. There’s no need to be afraid.”

When he tried to dress himself, he said that he wasn’t very useful with his shirts.

When he started University Preschool, he told us in the first week of school that his teacher was teaching the alphabet out of order. He wondered if that was because we lived in the U.S. where we were free to do anything we wanted.

At 3 ½ years old, he loaded spaghetti on his spoon, saying, “It’s enough to make a person angry!”

Shortly after, Nathan wanted his dad to do something for him. He said, “I encourage you to do it, Dad!”

Just shy of four years old, Nathan made a pronouncement: “Never will I eat crusts again.”

Nathan often tried to experiment. He told me, disappointed, “My invents never work!”

One time, Steve and I were in separate cars, and I honked at him. Instead of saying, “Did you scare him out of his pants?” he said, “Did you honk his pants out?”

Unfortunately, I pushed him on his bike a bit hard and he fell. Crying, he said, “Mom, I wish you wouldn’t ever do that again!”

I asked him where he wanted to go for lunch and never one for brief answers, he said, “My request is that we go to McDonalds.”

Nathan and I were talking about careers. He said he wanted to be a bug doctor, but he’d have to learn how to be nicer to them first.

Rachel stuck her tongue out at Nathan. He said, “That looks like a hog in your mouth, Rachel. It’s embarrassing.” 

When he was five, Nathan had a very high fever. When I told him that we might have to go to the doctor, he said, “Mom, it’ll pass; it always does.” He was plagued with so many ear infections when he was growing up, so, unfortunately, he knew the routine.

When he was still in preschool, he said that if his friend said something he didn’t like, he put his fingers in his ears and said, “Blah, blah, blah.” He claimed, “It really entertains the girls, Mom.” 

More to come as Rachel had learned how to make her presence known  ….