And Then I Stepped in Gum . . .

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Living With a 2-Year Old . . .

. . . like a quiz show, but with far less exciting prizes!

Ian, hanging on the door to the laundry room, with great enthusiasm: Bug-a-buh!
Me: Bug-a-bug? [A species of insect found on Dora the Explorer -- I don't know why he'd be saying that, but I often find his actions inexplicable.]
Ian: No, bug-a-bah!
Me: What, Ian?
Ian, switching to the door handle of the door to the garage: Bug-a-buh!
Me: Basketball?
Me: Bicycle?
Ian, whining and close to a meltdown and doing that thing where he goes limp but bounces with his knees: NOOOOO! BUG-A-BAH!
Me, the light finally dawning: Oh! Popsicle?
Ian, perkily: Yeah! And me want one!

When does the synonym syndrome kick in? You know, when they can find ways to say something to get around the fact that what they are saying in the first place is incomprehensible to the clueless adults?