Today is Miss M’s fifth birthday. I would love to share some introspection on that, but between it being Thursday and an incredibly rainy day…and did I mention the cardboard boxes threatening to take over my life? And the anxiety attack I had last night after our headboard went to its new owner and it dawned on me that this move across the world is really happening? Like right now?
So instead here are cute stories about my children and their vocabularies. While I do read a lot, including some erudite things like The New Yorker, my spoken vocabulary around the kids isn’t especially intelligent. Mostly because it consists of the same dozen phrases, including such gems as: “What do you want to eat?” “How do you want to ask?” “Stop bothering him/her.” “Please find your shoes/backpack/library book/sweatshirt.” “Please put on your clothes.” “Please take off your clothes and get in the bathtub.” Etc.
I do, however, read to them a lot, still, even though Miss M reads herself. We’re working through The Cricket in Times Square, and she’s trying, I think, to jump ahead in it by herself even though it’s written at a sixth grade level. AM’s book choices are slightly sophisticated for a 3 year old; he does enjoy Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, Monica Wellington’s books, and things of that ilk, but he also readily sits through the original Curious George stories (+ Cecily G. and the 9 Monkeys and Katy No-Pocket).
Miss M says funny things. A few weeks ago, when complimented on her Shabbat dress, she replied, “I’m glorious!” Um, yeah. And this week when we were hurrying upstairs for her to use the bathroom in the apartment, she said, “This is a good solution!” (I’d hate to know what the not-so-good solution was.)
AM is also in on it. The other day, when asked if he liked what he was eating, said, “Yes! It’s so tasty!” Tasty is now his new favorite word, supplanting yummy by a mile. I’m just not sure where he got it, because tasty is not a word that I’d use, preferring “delicious.”
Taxman is a little worried about their “Mother Tongue English” continuing when they are immersed in the Israeli school system. But with my parents as their pen pals and with a little nudging, I think they’ll be…glorious.