Devastated
We’ve been reading a lot of Fancy Nancy books recently. Damon loves them – mostly because they are Riley’s books. They’re actually great books, despite the title. They are about a girl who likes to be “fancy,” but she lives with an ordinary family, so she has to be creative and fancy things up with all sorts of random things, very much like Riley actually. The brilliant part of the books is Nancy uses “fancy” words, which are just big SAT type words. Totally tricks the kids into expanding their vocabulary! Damon’s favorites are devastated, heirloom and ecstatic. If anyone within earshot says devastated, Damon will hear and start running around singing about fancy Nancy being devastated about knocking over the Christmas tree. His daycare teacher was pretty impressed when he told her the kids were devastated about a toy being broken. The combination of Damon and big words that are probably inappropriate for a 2-year-old cracks me up every time…
Speaking of inappropriate… heard the following from Riley a few weeks ago…
“I went out to check the strawberries yesterday and there was a big one that was almost ripe. But when I went to check on it today, shit damn! it was gone!”
She’s been throwing the f-word into conversation from time to time recently too. She totally responds well to the explanation that swear words are special words that kids aren’t allowed to use and that they are supposed to be saved for really serious situations. And that the older you are the more you can use them (which is why Grandma gets to use them the most). Guess we need to start watching our mouths around here…
I had to give Ronin props for using it correctly the first time I heard her say the f-word (she couldn’t get a lego piece to fit, tossed it down and said, “this fuckid lego won’t go together right!”). We told Ronin that she can’t use swear words until she is 16, which is totally random really.. but she seems to have accepted that and has stopped repeating them back to us. Now she yells at us if she hears us use them. However, she and her preschool friend Tate evidently get together, hide out someplace, and go through their arsenal of swear words in secret. Kind of amusing really.
Um, yeah, I hear ya guys. One of Eamonn’s first two-word sentences was “fucking car!” when his remote car batteries died and it wouldn’t go… We try not to react, but damn it it’s funny sometimes! We’ve been trying really hard to watch our mouths. “Fudge monkeys” is my new favorite expression 🙂
yes, blame it all on Grandma, she does have a foul language, but then English is not her mother tongue, so it does not sound so bad to her….. excuses, excuses…. will try my best to clean up my language around my adorable and impressionable and incredibly smart grandkids…. Love, Brigitte
Well….I am just DEVASTATED about my brilliant grandchild’s vocabulary. And I’m ECSTATIC too. I think both grandmas will have to clean up their trashy mouths. Love this story—and kisses to fancy Riley and truck-drivin’, macho little Damon. Oma Peggy, the other grandma
why did sage not tell me about this it’s hilarious