Kenny knows so many words now that I live in the world of a non-stop commentary. The grocery store, the mall, the park, at home in the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom… I am so proud of him and yet…
Is it awful to wish for a moment or two of silence?
Here we were in the bathroom at the mall: “Poddy! Mama poddy! POOOOOP! Poop? Mama Poop? Push! Push!” (By the way, “push” means that he wants to flush the toilet for me. Oh help me sweet anonymity.)
Here was the grocery store: “Waffle! Waf-a-dip! Apple? Ornge? Ornge! Pa-LEEEEEESE? Waler. O-juice. O-JUICE!”
And the car: “Cracker. A-done. Mama, a-done! Udder cracker. Nooooooo udder cracker…..”
And at bedtime: “Teddy. Puppy. Baa. Udder Teddy. Ree-ree! (music) Nigh-nigh. Udder Teddy. Snack?”
Who taught this kid to talk so soon?
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said that Volvo commercial (with the girl that is yapping away to her dad) is SO my life. Second children often don’t talk as early as the first…but they say that about boys too! I love the bathroom discussion best! I’ve heard so many crazy conversations through the bathroom walls, but that one takes the cake!!
I know the feeling. Munchkin feels compelled to give a running commentary at the store, and has a well-earned reputation at the YMCA as a little chatterbox. Sometimes I wish for just a bit of quiet, but I try to remind myself that, bad as this is, it’s probably nothing compared to when he starts asking “Why?”
Both of my children are talkers. Just wait until he asks you what grasshoppers eat or why sand is brown…that’s my 4 year old…
I can’t wait to get there and share his chatter. You can go wherever you want and I will listen and walk him and hug him and give you a break!! And play ball!!!