It’s about a year since Kitty’s language really took off with a whoomph and we’ve gone from careful interpretation to being able to have some lovely conversations. But there are still little quirks, little funny turns of phrase where everything hasn’t quite slotted into place that I want to remember before they’re gone, and then there are the little thoughts that come out, the answers to questions, the seemingly random leaps that give a tiny window into the inner workings of a three year old that I am obliged by the honour code of motherhood to preserve for posterity (and for use at her 18th birthday and/or wedding).
So without further ado – the world according t0 Kitty:
On not wanting to eat any more lunch:
“I don’t want to eat it, it makes me sharky and beasty.”
H: “R, like R for Rabbit”
Kitty: “Wrabbit… Wrabbit, wrabbit….. Wrabbit, wrabbit, wrabbit, KANGEROO!”
“No I am-n’t” (I’m going to be a little sad when this becomes “no I’m not”)
On being asked to sit down at supper:
“I love up, but I don’t like down”
To me: “I love you my wiggly worm!”
Appearing around the corner wielding the cardboard inner tube from a roll of wrapping paper: “I got a hamerite [samuri] sword! Shiver me timbers!”
In answer to the question – what does Mummy do for a job:
“Um – helps people to get angry!”
(I’m a litigation solicitor so there are moments when that’s not too far from the truth)
And what does Daddy do?
“He takes the water, and waters the flowers.”
(not as far as I know)
On supper meeting with approval:
“Mmmm, it’s very tasty”
And if she doesn’t want it:
“I no like this, it’s not very tasty.”
On not wanting to go to bed:
“It’s not sleepy times!”
“I just really need to show you something” – or as it translates, “I have seen something that you should buy me”
“Frere Jaques, Frere Jaques
We must say, We must say
When we ask for someting, When we ask for someting
Ding dong ding, Every day”
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