We were playing with the kids last night before dinner and one of them had brought into our room an old stuffed bunny that had been mine as a child. Mr. Bunny is well worn but still has most of his stuffing. Marty was moving his ears at different angles like old TV antennae and talking to himself in sing-song.
Marty: Crap, Crap, Crappy head.
I looked at my husband to see if he heard the same thing I did.
Marty: Crap, Crap, Crappy head.
Me: Marty, what did you say?
Marty: Crap!
Me: Do you remember that we talked about that word and why we don’t use it? It is a nasty word for ‘poop’. Please don’t say it.
Marty: Well then what is the word for like something broken?
Me: You mean ‘cracked’?
Marty: Yeah! Crack, Crack, Crackhead. He is a Crackhead.
Maybe I should just leave well enough alone!
For those of us who lose our patience and sanity as life goes on. There is an old saying that "what does not kill us, makes us stronger" but I think it should read as follows: What ever does not kill you, must make you laugh.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Lost in Translation
Marty and the girls were playing around in the living room while I cooked dinner the other night (yummy Chicken Marsala!) when everything erupted into giggles. Honing my sense of hearing as only mothers can, I hear the girls teasing Marty because he had put his pants on backwards getting dressed in the morning and had been wearing them backwards all day. Now, this was not mean “ha-ha” teasing but rather the girls pointing at Marty’s pants, Marty wagging his behind at them and then everyone falling down laughing. Then repeat as necessary. I heard the girls exclaim over and over, “the fly is on your dupa!” (dupa = butt).
Dinner proceeded without any other events and then later at bedtime, I reminded Marty to make sure his pants were on the right way in the morning. As he undressed he kept looking over his shorts turning them over and over.
Me: Whets the matter?
Marty: I am looking for the bug.
Me: What bug?
Marty: MarySarah (always stated as a unit) said that there was a bug on my pants.
Me: (realization dawning) No, sweetie, your zipper was on your dupa because your pants were backwards. Your zipper is also called a "fly".
Marty: Oh, I thought they meant for real.
I can’t help but think of the other idioms he may have issues with until he gets older:
On the fly
Fly ball
Cost an arm and a leg
Break a leg
Drive me up the wall
Hit the Books (or the sack)
Hold your Horses
Kick the Bucket
No room to swing a cat
On the fence
Pick up your ears
Put a sock in it
Raining cats and dogs
Smell a rat
Spitting image
Smell something fishy
Till the cows come home
Wag the dog
When pigs fly
You are what you eat
Dinner proceeded without any other events and then later at bedtime, I reminded Marty to make sure his pants were on the right way in the morning. As he undressed he kept looking over his shorts turning them over and over.
Me: Whets the matter?
Marty: I am looking for the bug.
Me: What bug?
Marty: MarySarah (always stated as a unit) said that there was a bug on my pants.
Me: (realization dawning) No, sweetie, your zipper was on your dupa because your pants were backwards. Your zipper is also called a "fly".
Marty: Oh, I thought they meant for real.
I can’t help but think of the other idioms he may have issues with until he gets older:
On the fly
Fly ball
Cost an arm and a leg
Break a leg
Drive me up the wall
Hit the Books (or the sack)
Hold your Horses
Kick the Bucket
No room to swing a cat
On the fence
Pick up your ears
Put a sock in it
Raining cats and dogs
Smell a rat
Spitting image
Smell something fishy
Till the cows come home
Wag the dog
When pigs fly
You are what you eat
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Geometry & Genetics
Okay, so these stories don’t really have too much to do with higher learner but it was a catchy title and the stories are definitely worth reading.
Geometry: Marty was riding around with me this past weekend and showing off all the new shape names that he learned in Spanish. He already knows how to count to ten and most of his colors in Spanish but this is new so he was very excited. I hope you can use your imagination when picturing this little boy announcing each shape as if he is a game show host or late night talk show side-kick. I have put my mental reactions in for your enjoyment.
Marty: Oval (alright, here we go)
Oooovaaalooo (snicker)
Marty: Cone
Cooonnnoo!! (okay, now you are just adding an “o” to everything)
Marty: Square
Cuadrado! (okay, maybe he does know them)
Marty: Half Moon (really?)
Media Luna!! (wow, I’m impressed!)
Marty: Parallelogram (does he even know what that is?)
-slight pause-
Parallelograma!!!!!!! (snort)
David, this one was for you!
Genetics: Sarah was getting ready for bed and instead of sitting on her bed to put on her pajama pants, she decided to stand on the bed and had her pants trapped under her feet. Her solution? Just jump up high enough in the air to pull up your pants and then land back down on the bed! Paul looks at her and then me and shakes his head.
“That’s your half” he says then he walks out of the room to check on Marty.
“What did he mean 'your half’, mommy?” asked Mary. I tried to explain that every baby is made up with half of mommy and half of daddy. She looks quite disturbed.
“I am half daddy?! That must be why I burp and fart so much!”
Geometry: Marty was riding around with me this past weekend and showing off all the new shape names that he learned in Spanish. He already knows how to count to ten and most of his colors in Spanish but this is new so he was very excited. I hope you can use your imagination when picturing this little boy announcing each shape as if he is a game show host or late night talk show side-kick. I have put my mental reactions in for your enjoyment.
Marty: Oval (alright, here we go)
Oooovaaalooo (snicker)
Marty: Cone
Cooonnnoo!! (okay, now you are just adding an “o” to everything)
Marty: Square
Cuadrado! (okay, maybe he does know them)
Marty: Half Moon (really?)
Media Luna!! (wow, I’m impressed!)
Marty: Parallelogram (does he even know what that is?)
Parallelograma!!!!!!! (snort)
David, this one was for you!
Genetics: Sarah was getting ready for bed and instead of sitting on her bed to put on her pajama pants, she decided to stand on the bed and had her pants trapped under her feet. Her solution? Just jump up high enough in the air to pull up your pants and then land back down on the bed! Paul looks at her and then me and shakes his head.
“That’s your half” he says then he walks out of the room to check on Marty.
“What did he mean 'your half’, mommy?” asked Mary. I tried to explain that every baby is made up with half of mommy and half of daddy. She looks quite disturbed.
“I am half daddy?! That must be why I burp and fart so much!”
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