good vocabulary
George: “If you let a baby play with these, you have to supervise him closely.”
Darcy: “If a baby eats this, he will get a bellyache.”
George: “Yes, that’s why you need to supervise him closely.”
Can you tell the boy’s mother has her PhD?
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This reminds me of the time I babysat a couple of boys (“Sam” and “Mike”), who would have been much older than George. Sam, playing a game of “bad guys”, dramatically collapsed on the floor. Mike, his older brother, announced that “Sam is being a prostate on the floor” and demanded that I get him to move, as he had flung himself in the middle of the craft area.
Amid giggles I determine that he had been going for “lying prostrate”, and got Sam to get move his dramatic fling to another location.
Tee hee. Blossoming vocabulary!
I have a friend who knows I don’t allow Sophie to have Bratz dolls. One day she asked Sophie why. Sophie said, “Because they’re inappropriate and unacceptable for a child my age.”
Mommy’s little girl!
This reminds me of a time when J.P. and my brother-in-law were in the car with my niece and nephew. Catherine was babbling on and on about something, and my BIL said (in a joking voice), “Pipe down back there, or I’m going to put you in the trunk!” Alex, who was probably about six, said, “DAD! That’s a suffocation risk!”
Okay, does this mean that if I magically finish my dissertation, D will start saying recognizable words instead of BEEJEEGA, BEEE-GAH, and BIDDIGAH, which apparently have a deep meaning of which I am unaware.
I don’t ask much. I would settle for appropriate ma-ma and da-da usage.
George. How cute. When Bryce puts his colorful bears in that configuration, he says they’re having a meeting.
What kind of bears are those?
I love those bears! I did an entire lesson on probability with a group of 2nd graders with those bears.
I love the vocabulary! Does George have younger siblings (is Nigel his little brother, I don’t remember)? Because he’s probably heard if from his parents many times if so.
I second the request for what kind of bears those are…..they are vaguely triggering some kind of memory from my childhood, and I must know what they are called! ;o)
– Rebecca
Haley: Blossoming, though slightly askew. Cute!
Candace: Does a mother’s heart good, doesn’t it? Yay, Sophie!
Sharkey: And suddenly the six-year-old sounds like a pompous thirty-year-old Workplace Safety Inspector. Heeheehee…
stefanierj: Sure she will! (If you proceed on big projects at the same speed I do, she might even be writing those words by then!)
Kristen: I’m not sure what the bears are doing, but this is a favourite game. They did come with cups in the colours of the bears, the idea being that you matched bears to cups, but the cups sit and collect dust on a shelf while the bears gather in circles in the lid. Why knows why?
MJH: Those are the gender- and orientation-inclusive Rainbow Bears. Politically correct, progressive, compassionate, and cute as the dickens.
Actually, I have no idea what kind of bears they are. They’re a math game, so I think “teddy” is about as bearish as they get.
Angela: Yes, Nigel is his little brother, and yes, I’m quite sure he’s heard this from his parents. Isn’t it nice that they model superior vocabulary and grammar (an adverb and everything!) instead of simplified toddler-talk?
Rebecca: I got them at Grand & Toy (an office supply place) some months ago, in the children’s section. They cost all of $6.99, I think, but what they’re called? I can’t remember.
I need those bears! I think they would be great for teaching so many things. Maybe the next time I leave the backwoods and return to civilization, I will pause in my bra shopping to go find bears. Sigh.
Can you tell the boy’s mother has her PhD?
Or spends a lot of time reading obvious instructions out loud. 🙂