These are some snippets from my kid-quote archive:
–A lady at the library asked Chip his name when he was 2 1/2 years old. He said, “Chip. But my daddy calls me Buttabean.”
–Chip, 2 1/2: “Mommy, you no have no penis. Daddy have a penis. I have a penis. You have hair. You have hair on yo butt.”
–Chip, ditto. “Do clouds have faces?”
–Chip, doing puzzles with me on the coffee table at 2 1/2: “What’s up with your work friends, Mom?”
–Mickey age 2. Keep in mind, he cannot say the “tr” combination, or hard “g.” He says “Fractor,” ”fricycle,” and “fruck”– though he sometimes leaves the “r” out of “fruck.” So he’s playing with some trucks on his old Fisher Price parking garage his daddy bought him on E-bay, and he drives his truck up to the gas station. I’m reading a magazine on the couch next to him when I hear, “Mom, my f_ck needs some ass.” My head spins around Exorcist-style and I stupidly ask, “What?!” and he repeats it. It’s sidesplitting to hear a 2-year-old drop the F-bomb. (I swear, he has never heard that word before, he just cannot say “tr” to save his life.)
My youngest sister used to say f*ck for “truck”. Hearing her yell “The garbage f*ck is coming! The garbage f*ck!” sent all of us into hysterics. The best was when we would play outside and all the neighbors could hear.
My poor mom…
Kemi, that’s priceless! I feel the same about my poor mother-in-law, toting her F-Bomb-dropping little grandson around for her friends to see! She’s a saint…