It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Three Minutes of Malli, Or, Why I love Three-year-olds

(A little prior information is necessary here. Malli is the much-doted-upon youngest child of three. She has two older siblings, about 7 and 10 years old. Both of them brothers.)

Malli: Mike [a neighbour] is the boss.

Mary: Who is, lovey?

Malli: Mike. He’s the boss.

Mary: Well, maybe he’s the boss at his house. [Though I think his wife might have a word or two on the subject..] Who’s the boss here?

Malli: You are.

[Heh. Good answer, kiddo! She’s so smart.]

Malli: My sister has a nice house.

Mary: [Rule of thumb with random proclamations in total defiance of all known reality: Don’t Quibble. You find out more by going with the flow.] She does?

Malli: Uh-huh. A nice house that’s big enough for me. It’s a big enough house. It’s a little house. I have a sister now. Her house is under a bridge. I live in down the bridge with my sister. I do. I do. I do. I do, Mary, I do. (All this repetition is more in the order of a meditative chant than anything else.)

And you know? I did give my sister that new house today. I did. My sister has a pink house. But it’s not too big, it’s nice and smaller.

Mary: [okay, I have to break in and probe for details.] When did you get your sister?

Malli: I got my sister at my doctors, to my mommy. I taked her to the doctors. I took my sister to the doctors. We go to a walk, but we… and we go to the doctors. And I will going to take care of her. She has a nice house, a small house under the bridge, and we live in the house together, today. Today. Today. Today.

My sister have a band-aid at her house. My sister’s name is Inna. She is name is Inna. [ Or is it Enna? I’m not sure.] And I take her to the doctors, then the mommy says, “Okay. You can gonna take care of her.” And I am gonna take care of her. I – you and me – hold her hand like walking like that. No holding no hands walking by herself, that is not safe. We like to hold hands.

And we have a nice house. A little house. A pink house. It is across the street. An easy-builder house across the street.

And my sister soon make too much noise and crying and I just heared that noise and I just must shoot her.

Mary: [Rule of thumb flies out the window with the shock.] Shoot her?!?

Malli: Yes, like Anna. I must just shoot her for her to stop crying.

Mary: [weak with relief] Oh! She needs a soother like Anna?

Malli: Yes, just a shoot her. It’s a silly one, but a silly sister might need a shoot her for her to be happy and quiet– Mary, I think Samantha is awake.

Mary: Samantha? Who’s Samantha?

Malli: Yes, Samantha inna bedroom by when I go to the baffroom.

Mary: That’s not Samantha. That’s Ki-woon.

Malli: Ki-woon, yes.

Mary: I guess I should put the computer away now, huh?

Malli: Yes, you should close the ‘puter and go help Ki-woon come downstairs. He is talking to you and needs to see you and talk to you.

Mary: All right, lovey. Let’s get Ki-woon.

July 17, 2007 - Posted by | individuality, Malli, the things they say!


  1. Um, wow. And I thought my kid was weird… heh. They really are odd little creatures.

    Comment by kittenpie | July 17, 2007 | Reply

  2. Oh Boy,
    Glad you were able to follow that one long enough to get it all down on your ‘puter. Love that Malli – those three -year old sentences just go on and on and on, don’t they?

    Comment by Mama's Moon | July 17, 2007 | Reply

  3. Kittenpie: Weird little critters, yes indeedy. Every last one of ’em.

    Mama’s Moon: And on and on and on and on… I didn’t catch every single word – does anyone type that fast??

    Comment by MaryP | July 18, 2007 | Reply

  4. This sounds just like my daughter–or did, when she was “only” three (she’s a very grown-up four now, who begins a lot of sentences with “Actually, Mom…”).

    Before kids, I had to know if someone’s assertion was right or not. I check urban legends’ accuracy! Google is my friend! But I learned pretty quickly that Don’t Quibble is the only way to buy some sanity with a talkative kid. I just say “Oh, really? I didn’t know that” and she explains it to me. Her thought process is fascinating. (Oh, and because I’m willing to listen to her, she listens to me when she needs to hear a “real” explanation.)

    Comment by Alison | July 18, 2007 | Reply

  5. I’m impressed you got most of it down. That’s quite a story.

    Ian’s just starting to tell stories. It’s fun to listen to him ramble on.

    Comment by mamcita tina | July 18, 2007 | Reply

  6. huh?

    Comment by Lara | July 19, 2007 | Reply

  7. That’s why I love three year olds too.

    Comment by carrien | July 20, 2007 | Reply

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