Occasionally

Although there are lots of terrific things about three, hearing RR initiate conversations is probably the best. Particularly because her sort of chatter often results in delighted laughter at learning a new word or communicating a point. This morning, while she watched Sesame Street and I was around the corner in another room:

(Under her breath) Heh heh, it’s Ernie and Bert!
Mama! An elephant is coming!
Oooh they are all singing now.
What. Is. That. Mama! What is that?
I emerge to see a shapeless pink puppet singing in the front.
It’s a fizz. (I have no idea what this puppet is.)
A FIZZ?!
Yes.
That’s his name?
Yep. Fizz.
Ohhhh. Usually, I like him. Fizz. (Cackling)

She is using the words usually and occasionally with abandon, typically with great seriousness. Even when she is sobbing at some great three-year-old injustice, for instance, being told to turn off Sesame Street: USUALLY I CAN DO THAT MAMA! USUALLY I WATCH IT! Leaving me to think: Occasionally, baby. OCCASIONALLY. And now is not that time.

Yep, three has its moments.

 

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2 Responses

  1. Too freaking cute. My word of choice at age 3 was apparently, “actually.” I catch my mom trying not to laugh even if I say it now as an adult. It’s given me a complex. You mom creatures are a strange breed. 🙂

  2. Critter also favors “actually”. “Actually, Mommy, I *would* like a cookie.” (Shocking, that.) Or one of my favorite rejections of a parental instruction: “That is *not* a good plan, actually!”.

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