(This is today's second post. Are y'all shocked?)
I have taught my child the following:
How to count from 1-20
"Jesus Loves Me"
"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"
How to spell Ace, Dada, Mama, Granny, Paw Paw, Elmo.
Shoot, thanks to The Little Einsteins, which is one of the only shows I let him watch because of the LOADS of educational value, he can da-da-da his way through part of The Nutcracker Suite.
Oh, and this one time, I lost my cool with one of my cats, and said "you're pissing me off," right in front of Ace.
I have clearly taught my son many things. Guess which one he decided to shout while we were eating at Newk's tonight?
Also, we read him a story in which there is a character named "Boof." Saying "boof" is a guaranteed laugh out of Ace, so to distract him from whatever was pissing him off, we shoved a few chips in his mouth and said "Boof!" He laughed.
Then, for some unknown reason, Drew decided to say "Foob!" I didn't hear "foob," I heard "boob." Well, so did Ace.
Guess what he started shouting, over and over again?
1 month ago