As most of you know, little kids say strange things. Not just what they actually say, but when they’re trying to perfect their English… you get a lot of funky sounding things that are supposed to be English.
The Little Kidlet, seen here decked out to brave Southern California’s winter, will quite often say a lot of things that I don’t understand. My mom, whom I talk to daily, usually hears me repeat it and try to figure it out. Sometimes I’m successful, sometimes I’m not.
Which brings me to iwadoo. LK would say it frequently. In the car while I was on the phone, in the living room, in stores… and I just couldn’t figure it out.
Friday, we were listening to the radio and someone had a dedication they played that ended in “I love you.” And my son said “iwadoo.” I love you. I feel silly for not having figured it out earlier- but all those times, he’d been telling my mom, my mother-in-law and myself that he loves us!
Of course, I still haven’t solved the greater family mystery- the Mystery of “Fish Disploded.” Which is a pretty silly mystery, because I am the one who said it. I wasn’t much older than LK when I walked up to my mom and said “fish disploded.” We have no idea what it means, and sadly, both boys haven’t been able to shed any light on it.
It’s been a rough weekend for me. Not because it’s been raining (I love the rain), but for some reason the closer I get to Christmas, the more I feel a certain someone’s absence. TheBoy has been wonderfully understanding, as have my in-laws. I really don’t know what I’d do without them. BlogHer linked my vent about Jerad & other people my age drinking lots of alcohol, which surprised me. I should say that I never write posts thinking that they’ll be linked by BlogHer, or anyone else. I simply write from my heart.
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