It is ridiculous how many curse words a baby knows these days.
learned how to say "foxes," for example. The first twenty times, it
sounded much more like he was dropping F bombs left and right (and up
and down for good measure). He kept pointing to the fox on the shirt he
was wearing each time he said it, which helped calm my frazzled nerves. I
figured if anyone in public heard him, I could quickly clear up any
Then Silas learned how to say "cook." Only,
it sounded like he was crudely referencing the male genitalia. He tried
to mimic me stirring a pot on the stove, though, and eventually his
pronunciation got better.
Shirt was another tough one.
Silas was more than happy to hand me any of his t-shirts or onesies
while dropping the "r" in the word. (This, too, has gotten better over
I think learning to talk is a cruel prank
sometimes. On the one hand, when Silas busts out a perfectly innocent
swear, I want to laugh because it is cute and adorable that he has no
clue what he is doing. On the other hand, toddlers thrive on making
others laugh and while the swearing child on TV might be hilarious, I
don't think it's as funny in real life.
Luckily, when I
type about it on the internet, I can laugh as much as I want and he
doesn't know. Then he only thinks I'm crazy. Which may or may not be a
good trade off.