It’s impossible not to laugh
Wednesday, April 13th, 2011When your toddler says her first swear word.
Sadie, Trevor and I were having lunch yesterday at the cafe at my office. Sadie wanted to take over peeling the orange, so I handed it to her. After a few moments, she accidentally dropped it on the ground. “Shit,” she said. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
I looked at Trevor. “Did she just say ‘shit?’” “No, surely that was ‘sit.’ Sadie, sit?”
“Shit.”
Well, you’ve gotta hand it to her, that was impeccable context.
Fortunately, swearing isn’t the only verbal development Sadie’s had in the past couple of months. Her vocabulary is exploding, her grasp of syntax is improving, and it seems like every day she’s got a new phrase.
Sadie do it.
I like it.
I don’t want it.
I need some.
I try it.
Come on, Mama.
Okay, guys, that’s enough. (Where on Earth did she get that one?)
Hear me?
I watch the pig.
A little bit more.
Bye, everybody. (That was today’s.)
We’ve also been up to other, more physical shenanigans. Like these:
























