Chicken and I have been dropping Edee off at a local community Bible Day Camp. On the way upstairs to her classroom there's a picture of a blimp. The first day Chicken asked me what it was, and I responded that it was a blimp.
The next day as we passed by, he yells out, "LOOK! THE PLUMP!! THE PLUMP, MOM!!". I had to chuckle before I could correct him. "Blimp, Chicken."
Day three: "MOM! I SEE THE PLIMP!!" (Just glad he kept that L in there, at least).
By day four he finally got there and yelled out "BLIMP!". And he's been so excited about blimps since. It's so fun learning new words for new things, even though new words are becoming fewer and farther between at this stage.
And then there's yesterday, and another new B word. Poor buddy was dragged through every aisle and corner of Target with me. I went there because I had THREE things on my list: toliet paper, deodorant, milk. That's it. Then somehow I managed to leave with $200 worth of stuff that I forgot I needed....don't ask me how that happens.
One of those things I happened to forget I needed was a new bra (this one was a legit need. I mean, all of them were legit, of course).
Chicken: Mommy, what are all dese fings?
Me: Bras.
Chicken: OOOh. What are dey for?
Me: (distractedly) They...are for me to wear....okay, I got it. Let's go this way.
Chicken: HEY MOM! MOM! Look!! Dese ones! I fink you should get these blobs!
Me: (backing up slowly from the cart) ....What...?
Chicken: Do you want dese blobs?
He's poking a box of strap-less, back-less, adhesive bra-like (ish) cups, with a picture of chesty woman modeling on front. I took me a minute to realize that he was trying to say "bra" (especially because I could see how the word "blob" would apply in this particular instance....).
Me: Oh....no. Nope, I don't want those ones (I didn't even try to correct his word choice). Thanks though. Let's go.
Chicken (loudly): I like dese ones! Dese blobs are squeaky!
He's still poking the box, smack center on the picture of that chesty model, as the box squeaks back and forth on the plastic shelving unit it's stuck in. I'm looking around to make sure we aren't causing a scene.
Me: Okay, okay...Chicken. All done. We're all done here. Let's go, please.
Chicken: Okay mom. You got your blobs?
Me: Oh Chicken. Yes, I got them. You are just too funny. You don't even know how funny you are!
Chicken: Yes I do, Mom! I do know dat I'm funny! I know dat I am!
I still stand by my statement that he doesn't know how funny he is :)
Oh noodles.
"Edee" and "Chicken" are nicknames for my two little rascals. The names originated from how my daughter would pronounce both her own and little brother's name when she first started talking. They've stuck. Chicken may live to regret that someday....
