I often share how funny my 4-year old Paris' little brain works. Lately, she seems to be creating her own language. I think this may be the result of ease-dropping on her learned father teaching her elder siblings new words. I have to stay sharp to keep up with them all!
Here are a few examples:
abadeable - Used in a sentence; "I told Tucker hitting girls is NOT abadeable!"
crazy hair day - Used in a sentence; "OK mom you can do my hair, but this is not crazy hair day."
dispensadility - Used in a sentance; (after being told to pick up after herself and that she forgot to turn off the basement light)
"It is not my dispensadillity to turn the lights off!"
I was laughing too hard at this one to dispense a dility on her ars.
goodappointed - Used in a sentence; "Thank you for driving the stroller in the shade, I'm happy now, I'm goodappointed."
old-lady - well, apparently it is now acceptable for 4 year olds to refer to their 36 year old mothers as such, I'll leave it at that.
In the 70s it was “soaps” and Bon-Bons. In the 80s and 90s it was fighting equality in the workforce, and let's face it...”soaps” and Bon-Bons. Now in the "thousands" the trend is turning us back home with the kids AND earning money if we can manage it, but there is still a big distraction - blogging. I think all women wish they could have it all - a job that earns money and not missing a moment with the kids. But from generation to generation distractions have always gotten in the way whether you are home all day or not.
So I wonder - how will this generation's children's development be effected by our "plugged-in" parenting?
Let’s look at a day-in-the-life of B-Generation Susie:
Susie and her husband got in a fight last night and she is very upset, she calls her older sister for some support, then she remembers she’s still mad at her for saying “mom and dad just had you because they needed more material for her blog." Her fingers start twitching and rolling, she can hear clicking in her head. She’s not sure why this happens when she’s upset, but she has a vague recollection of something similar happening to her mother when she got upset while she was a child. Susie’s 4 year old son gets up and she greets him staring blankly, talking out of the corner of her mouth. She puts her son in the stroller and goes for a walk in the park. Someone pulls out a camera to take a picture of a bird. Susie instinctively fixes her hair and poses so that only her good side shows, even though the camera is pointed in the opposite direction of her. Susie senses something is wrong with her. She keeps her appointment with a psychologist that afternoon. He tells her he’s seen this time and time again. He goes on to say that she has SNAD (Social Networking Anxiety Disorder) a phenomenon they started seeing in the 20s. The only treatment that seems to work is watching soap operas and eating Bon-Bons.
Disclaimer: There's nothing wrong with eating Bon-Bons
Our family went camping last weekend. My husband was having a hard time being patient waiting in the one-lane line to get into the campground as one individual either waved your through or sold you an entrance sticker. Our second time into the campground that day had us waiting again. As soon as the car ahead of us took off, Paris yelled out the window "Bye bye Pickle Suckers!" Afte laughing our faces off, we scrambled to think of how she came up with that one and whether anyone heard our 4 year old say that. Then it came to me - she hates pickles, and her sisters love them. So the people in front of us that were making us wait were people who not only ate pickles but must have savored the foul food also.
"Mama, Tucker is in my class.
Tucker likes to hit. He hits with sticks, he hits with toys.
But, I'm the lucky one, I told Tucker, girls are not abadeable!" (translation: debateable)
