Some weeks I wonder if we’ll get many funees to write about, and then several turn up on Sunday and Monday, and other weeks I know there have been more but forgot to write them down in my phone. This week there have been lots, and I managed to capture most of them straight away in my notes to write them up later….
First of all, there are still occasions that he gets words mixed up which out of context are totally confusing. I could hear him going on about “bulls over” one morning whilst I was in our bedroom getting dressed and he was in the living room playing (we live in a flat so you can hear everything everywhere, especially when the doors are open!) As I went into where he was, he came up to me and said “look, Mummy, I’ve got a bulls over”. Ah it made sense, it was his toy bulldozer. Another example is the time this week that he grabbed the fish slice after I’d finished dishing up our dinner: “I’ve got a dishwasher!” he said, brandishing the fish slice at me! I think you mean a fish slice Andrew. Fish – dish…. similar!
Recently he’s become very interested in jams. He likes to nick a corner of Daddy’s toast in the morning, and this has jam on it, usually strawberry or raspberry. He also likes sitting in traffic jams – you see you get to spot all sorts of vehicles coming the other way that are harder to get a good loo at if you’re in a moving car yourself. I’m glad someone enjoys them! But all this talk of jams has led to some confusion. One morning he asked “Where’s the traffic jam?” when what he actually meant was “Where’s the strawberry jam?”
Here’s an interesting bit of toddler logic… Andrew insists on strapping himself into his booster seat at the kitchen table to eat. He doesn’t really need it as he can get up and down from it easily on his own. The problem is that although he can clip the buckles together, he can’t undo them on his own. So we get into a situation where he wants to get down at the end of the meal and has to get our attention to get him out, because we forget that he can’t undo the clips. His usual cry is: “Can you strap me out please?!” I like this – he’s heard us say “strap you in”, and he’s applying the logic that it’s the opposite action which he needs. I think the verb “to unstrap” has just become “to strap out” in our house
At the weekend we went to my parents’ house to see our family as it was half way between the boys’ cousin’s birthday and Joel’s birthday, and one of my cousins is heading back to Australia after living in the UK for a while. At one point on Sunday, Andrew had both his grandad and great grandad in the same room and he needed to differentiate between them: “That’s Great Grandad, and that’s Normal Grandad!” Not sure normal is necessarily the right word to describe my dad, but that’s how Andrew saw it anyway!
The final funee of the week was quite worrying until I figured out what he was on about! When I mentioned yesterday that we were going to the children’s centre for our usual Monday group, he asked: “Are we going to the red light children’s centre….?” Just as I was searching my brain for some explanation of this, he came to my rescue: “….You know, the one with a cooker and pans and slow cooker and all that stuff!” There is one group that we go to at another children’s centre that has a toy cooker with a hob that lights up red if you press a button, just like our hob at home – I presume this is what he was referring to in ‘red light children’s centre’! He has no idea what else that could mean!
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