Carrie couldn’t decide whether she liked the fireworks last night or not. I hadn’t intended for her to be up late enough to watch them, but they woke her up. She kept saying “no fie-fur, no fie-fur”, but then would say “yay” and clap after each burst. And for a little bit she was saying “shhh, quiet, shhh” because my mom was telling her to listen for all the people clapping. (You could hear everyone down the hill at the display and all the people in our neighborhood, it was such a clear quiet night.)
We have quite the little parrot on our hands now, so we really have to watch our language. I said “oh, shoot” the other day, and Carrie wandered around saying “oh shoot, oh shoot, oh shoot”. Sigh. I suppose if she’s going to learn these things, it’s better she learn them from me than on the bus, right?
My favorite current mispronunciation is “bee-fee” (barefeet). She says this as she pulls her sandals off her feet or tries to head out the front door without shoes. I swear this kid would go barefoot 24 hours a day if I let her. We’ve had several tantrums in public places because I won’t let her play at the park or walk around the mall barefoot. “No, mama! No! Bee-fee!”