A Peck of Gold

I Speak Toddler

I bet you didn't know this, but I speak three languages. English (duh). Smattering of Spanish. And Fluent Toddler.

Toddlers are fascinating creatures. I thought about trying to count the number of questions Wrenn asks me in a single day, but I quickly realized that I am not up to the task. Just let me say: It's a lot. And they are not limited to actual, sensical subjects. For example:

"Where'd the chili go?"
"What chili, honey? Lunch? The country? The degree of coldness?"
"No, the tiger... in my room... pleaaaase?"

How does that make sense, I ask you? Well, it doesn't. Granted, 75% of the time, I can follow it, and when others are around, I can translate for them. Toddlers develop language without the mental maturity to apply it correctly all the time. That remaining 25% though... well, your guess is as good as mine.

But, I will admit that it's fun. I never know what she might say, and she actually is pretty clever and inventive. She uses her limited (but growing) language to express a great variety of things. I know it is only a matter of time before she's got this thing down.

I've heard that we spend all this time trying to teach our kids to stand up, walk and talk, then the rest of our lives trying to teach them to sit down, be still, and be quiet. Lol. I relate, oh wise joke makers.

Update: Wrenn just came up to me with a barcode sticker on her forehead, and a stuffed moon toy in her hand and with a silly smile asked "Is this a moon-ster, Momma?" See what I'm talking about? She's a joy, she really is.