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.