Wait. I WANTED him to talk?
The following is a verbatim one-sided transcript. I opened my laptop, and for seventeen minutes I typed down everything that came out of the DragonMonkey's mouth.
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Mama? You hungry? Would you pwease eat me?
Mama, can you pwease eat me?
Mama, would you pwease put me in your tummy?
Mama, can I pwease get in your tummy?
May I pwease have that cat food?
May I pwease eat that cat food?
May I pwease have this?
May I pwease have that? Pwease?
May I pwease get in your tummy?
May I pwease have nonope [oatmeal]?
Mama, you make nonope?
May I please eat some nonope?
Mommy. Mommy, yook. Yook. Mommy, yook. Yook right now. Mama, YOOK. This bewongs in
Mommy’s room. Mommy, yook in my eyes.
Not at tv. Mommy. Mama. Ma, yook. YOOK AT ME. Mommy, this bewongs mommy’s room.
May I pwease have an egg? In a bowl?
Yes, I want more nonope.
May I pwease be done now? Thank you.
May I pwease go poo poo? Thank you.
MAMA, ALL DONE GO POO POO! WIPE MY BUTT! MAMA! COME WIPE MY BUTT! RIGHT NOW, MAMA! WIPE MY BUTT, RIGHT NOW!
I sorry. Mama, may you pwease wipe my butt?
Thank you.
Mama, come here. Hold still. I need to
cut you. Quit moving so hard, I need to
cut you.
GIVE ME BACK MY KNIFE!
Mama, may I pwease be done stand in corner?
Mama, may I pwease have my knife?
There. I cut
you. You dead.
May I pwease have some peanut butter?
May I pwease put peanut butter on da couch?
May I pwease jump on da couch?
May I pwease jump on da peanut butter?
I sorry.
May I pwease have wings? May I pwease fwy? Would you pwease give me wings to fwy?
Can I fwy?
Can I fwy?
I not have wings? Birds have wings? May I pwease cut wings off bird and put on me? Put one wight here... put other wing wight here... and I fwy away. Pwease? Pwease give me wings from bird so I can fwy?
Bird no need wings. I need wings. I take wings. Cut wings off bird.
Not cut bird? Why? Make Mama sad? Make Mama sad if DragonMonkey cut bird and take da wings?
I take da wings. Bye, bird. Mama go cry.
I take da wings. Bye, bird. Mama go cry.
Make Mama sad?
Mama, yook. Mama,
pwease yook at me. Pwease. May you pwease wook at me, Mama. Pwease? Mommy. Mama, pwease yook. Pwease yook.
Mama. Pwease? Yook. BANG. You dead.
No, Mama, keep yooking. Mama, you dead. Mama, yook again. Pwease.
May you pwease yook at me?
Bang. You dead again.
I liked it better when he mumbled. At least I could pretend he was saying sweet things.
posted by Becky at
2:19 PM
17 Comments:
At least he says please.
LOL
That takes "mother may I?" to a whole new level....
When my kids talk to each other in Korean, I *know* they are only saying sweet things about me.
>>not just a river in Egypt<<
He's a boy. Through and through. Jake tells me all about what he is going to shoot or cut or whatever for the day. You are not alone!
He's a boy. Through and through. Jake tells me all about what he is going to shoot or cut or whatever for the day. You are not alone!
I was thinking what Justaplainsam was: At least he's polite. Please, Thank you, and sorry?
(He'll at least be a very polite serial killer. (Not really, but I couldn't resist!!))
At least he has lovely manners. Hahahaaaa. Ahem.
He reminds me of Isaac, who never ever stops talking. Ever.
There are lots of please-s and thank-you-s in that speech, that's nice ;)
He'll be like Dexter! As Bif said, "The world's politest killer."
Also I'm thinking we're good with Kaeden's Japanamation babbling. Much cuter and pointing is fine. I can always pretend I don't know what he's pointing at and give him something baby safe, like milk or an ice cream sandwich.
Tip: Don't give an ice cream sandwich to a toddler, although it did let me cook dinner without having to reach over every five seconds and grab something out of his hands...but the mess....*shudder*
How long before he leaves home?
Sure redhorse...and then who's taking him in?
He is awfully cute, and he has those good manners....
"Mama, can I cut you?" Uh... no, but you can go up for adoption. *shudder*
I bet that he's really, REALLY sweet........when he's sleeping. LOL! :)
I just spent the weekend camping with my aunt and uncle and their grandson. He's my 4 year old 2nd cousin. I had my almost-6 and 8 year old daughters with me. Every waking minute it was, "Clark? Where are you? Answer right this minute! What are you doing? Come over here. Clark, put that down! Clark, don't push/hit/smack/poke/whack/pinch/scratch the girls/dogs. Clark, if you don't come over here you're going to have to lay in your bed. No, Clark, you can't get up yet. Clark, get back here! No, Clark, you can't go down the river rapids. Where's Clark? Clark, spit that out. Clark, don't eat rocks!" On and on and on and on...ALL weekend!!
All I have to say is, THANK GOD FOR LITTLE GIRLS!! :)
I gotta say, he's very polite about his mutilations....
No new blog posts?! D:
I can so relate to this one! My boy is speech delayed and I was so desperate for him to talk. Now he doesn't shut up!
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