For the last few days, Taylor has come up with some clever comments. While I was only able to write down a few at the house– some were said in the park, at the store, or enroute somewhere– her command of the English language is improving, daily. For me, the most impressive remarks are the abstract ones that take a little imagination on her part. For example, her first comment about putting the top on the wagon to shed the rain is not only funny but it shows the maturation of her reasoning skills. Taylor is quite the character!
September 27, 2009
T: Go outside?
Dad: It’s raining out.
T: Put top on wagon. It works.
(Our Radio Flyer wagon comes with a detachable sunshade).
Taylor to the Cat: No go outside Stitchy. Raining out.
T: Okay. Go hunt mice and birds.
T: Taylor has mouse in mouth. Can’t get out. Aaaarrggghhhh!
(Taylor playing with the cat’s toy mouse).
T: T tired of picking up toys.
T: Mouse (toy) drink all water. You freakin’ mouse!
T: Mouse all drink water, again. You freakin’ mouse!
(Ouch! I own this language problem).
T: Almost there, Simon. Reach.
(Simon was reaching for a toy under the kitchen table).
T: Excuse me, Dadda.
T: Taylor want water.
Dad: Please?
T: Taylor want water, please.
T: Simon standing on chair– eating green crayon in mouth.
(Always ready to let Dad know what her brother is doing wrong).
T: T wearing Mommies running shoes.
T: Watch out Simon. Taylor coming soon.
T: T walk Simon? Simon wear monkey backpack?
(We own a backpack, shaped like a monkey that has a leash-like tail. It’s a great tool for keeping track of Simon).
T: You have some gum? Make some bubbles.
Dad: Please?
T: Make bubbles, pleeeeeaaasssee!
T: Dadda cut self with knife?
Dad: Yes, Taylor. Dadda cut himself with a knife.
T: Hurt?
Dad: Yes it hurt, Taylor.
T: Why do that?
T: T in there!
Dad: What are you doing in there?
T: Playing Mom’s bra.
(Taylor playing in the laundry basket).
Taylor to Simon: Simon no touch that. They Taylor’s friends.
(Simon going after four of Taylor’s stuffed animals).
T: Taylor make mess under table.
Dad: Are you going to clean it up?
T: Simon clean up.
Dad: Is Simon cleaning or eating the food you dropped?
T: Cleaning. Eating.
T: Simon no eat!
T: Hold tight puppies. We’re (at the) park! Go on big swings; ride.
(Taylor talking to her “big puppy” and her “walking puppy” as we park the van).
Mom: Goodnight, Taylor. I love you.
T: Goodnight, Mommy. I love you, too.
Mom: Sweet dreams.
T: Swinging trees.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
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