Yep, he still loves that word.
And we’re still ignoring it so as not to encourage him.
But it hasn’t stopped him.
Last week, he informed me that he was playing with a P word rocket ship.
Then, while carrying around a fake cookie from his miniature kitchen, he announced to me that it was a P word “roll.”
This time, just to probe a bit, and since he was talking directly to me, I asked, “Asher, what’s a P word roll?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, he said, “It’s when you bake a cake.”
Hmmm.
Okay.
On Father’s Day, this past Sunday, Gabe’s lovely, genteel grandparents popped in for a little visit to see the baby for the first time.
We were all sitting in the living room chatting and Asher was climbing all over me with some toy, and I got it — a P word premonition.
A P word premonition starts with a small douche-chill — just a little tremor. You have to be paying attention to know what it’s saying.
But I’ve had a lot of experience lately so I know exactly what it means.
It means the P word is imminent.
I gulped and shooed Asher out of the room to “help me” make a smoothie in the kitchen.
And sure enough, as soon as we got into the kitchen, Asher picked up a tiny play phone he found nearby, and pretended to call his grandma, whom he calls Bimma. As soon as she “picked up” the phone, he said, “P word Bimma,” and then went on to have a pretend conversation with her.
Let me remind you that he is NOT saying “P word.”
He’s saying THE P word.
With a “y.”
I know his Bimma is gonna be mortified when she reads this.
But at least he didn’t call her that to her face.
He was this close to calling his very genteel great-grandmommy the P word right in front of her in our living room a minute earlier.
I just know it.
One P word crisis averted.
But considering his level of admiration for this word, probably at least 25 more to go.
I’m starting to think my strategy of just ignoring the word every time he says it just isn’t gonna make it go away.
Maybe if I feed him the S word, or the D word, he’ll grab onto one of those instead.
It’s a pretty crappy situation when the lesser of two evils is teaching your 4-year-old to say shit.
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