My girls don't have the best pronunciation in the world…as I may have mentioned before. And it's so fun – I rarely correct their word creations. I'd much rather allow them to last as long as possible. I'll fix it before first grade.
Probably.
At least before middle school.
I promise.
But the latest mispronunciation led to a mis-communication that turned out to be quite entertaining. I apologize before-hand that I didn't take pictures. It wasn't until the end that I realized what I was dealing with or I would have.
So back to the beginning….
The girls got chapstick – otherwise known around here as chat-chick – in their stockings for Christmas. They love it, and use it every time they can get their hands on it, which isn't nearly as often as they like, since I keep moving and "hiding" it.
They also got "chokk-it" (chocolate) then, and more recently, and since the snow days hit, there's even more floating around in far-too-accessible places.
The other evening, C comes running in to tell me that T2 has "chokk-it" all over her mouth. Since my husband was baking chocolate chip cookies at the time, I figured he'd slipped her a cookie when I wasn't paying attention. She's a terrible mess with chocolate. I went searching for a baby wipe and for her. I noticed as I was wiping the mess off that it looked a little odd…not the normal chocolate look. And my husband said that he hadn't given her a cookie, so it wasn't his fault.
So we went on a hunt for the "chokk-it."
"Did you get chocolate out of a wrapper?"
Randommumblingandbabytalk"yes"moreunintelligiblebabytalk
"can you show me where you left the wrapper?"
She takes me into my bedroom, where I remember that I was eating dark-chocolate covered pretzel peppermint patties, and had left the package on my nightstand. Dark chocolate seemed a little more likely to have caused that mess on her mouth, but it still seemed not-quite-right.
She kept going, through the bedroom and into the bathroom, where I was trying to remember what in the world I might have left in my purse or school-bag.
There sitting on my bathroom counter….
….is a tube of mascara, with the wand loose next to it….
….she apparently thought it was "chat-chick," and had covered her lips with it.
"chat-chick," "chokk-it" – all sorta sounds the same out of her cute, mascara-covered little mouth.
Sigh. Life doesn't get boring much around here.
Lorelai Jane Hays
13 years ago
