My little Charlotte just turned two, and is really quite amazing with her language*. I mean, she's no Shakespeare (yet), but she's got 3-4 word sentences down pat AND rules the living room with her renditions of Twinkle Twinkle using her microphone. Seriously though, she really understands things. Like when she's DEMANDING barney, and oh dear LORD the world will just end if she doesn't get BARNEY. We'll bust out the trusty iphone and netflix**, tap tap tappy tap on the icons, and before you can say it to her, she looks at the screen and says "it's loading". W.T.F. Smarty pants and a half.
When she was around 18 months, she had mastered the word truck perfectly. And when I say mastered, I mean her version was so hysterical that we would ask her to say it 976,489 times a day.
I mean, c'mon, how can you not love a kid that screams COCK when she sees a pickup??
Within the last couple months, I had really gotten into Katy Perry's new CD (don't you dare get all judgey on me and my mainstream music tastes. I like PLENTY of tunes that do not play on any known FM stations), one very catchy song in particular. Charlotte would agree. I now have to simply sing "c'mon baby let me see, what you're hiding underneath", and she chimes in and sings PEACOCKCOCKCOCKCOCKCOCKPEACOCKCOCKCOCK.
Seriously though, I actually attempted to nip that one in the bud. I think I played/sang it once in front of her before I realized that, yeah, that's a smidge inapprope for a wee tyke. She catches onto rhythm FAST though, and will just sing this one from time to time. It really is cute... I know, I KNOW. I'm an awful human being.
To top it ALL off, last week (during our super romantic anniversary target trip) Todd found this greeting card:
Well, you can guess how quickly it took for him to show our dear daughter, who immediately laughed, and then said "wiener wiener WIENER". Fortunately, I don't think I've heard that penis reference since.
Seriously though, are we noticing there is a trend here... cock, cock, wiener. Oh dear lord. I would like to mention though, that although her mother might have a foul mouth, and her father isn't far behind, she has yet to utter an actual curse word. *Knocks on Wood*
*I swear, this isn't a mommy brag post...
**We do NOT always give in. It's usually in public places that we cave to avoid the near impossible-to-avoid 2 year old tantrum.