Happy 2nd Birthday, Eloise
“Eloise, please, for the last time, get your head out of the toilet.”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I realise my baby daughter has grown up. I now have a toddler. This new stage in Eloise’s development means many things for me as a parent.
It means toilet training, hence the sentence above.
It means Eloise now spends some of the week in childcare.
And most importantly, it means uttering bizarre sentences that have probably never before been spoken in the history of humankind.
Our beautiful daughter Eloise turned two this month. A milestone for her and a celebration for our little family. For the world this means the English language will be collated together in sentences that are both innovative and eccentric.
I know this to be the case, as when Dylan was a toddler, I had to say some ridiculous things. Mostly in the form of commands to stop him doing something that as a grown-up I wouldn’t have thought of doing in a million years.
- Don’t pick your nose with the Minion toy
- Don’t stick the bean into your croissant
- Don’t do yoga in the shower
- Don’t dance on the toilet seat
- Don’t bring the deckchair into the bathroom
At least I do not feel completely alone in all this. A friend of mine said she had to tell her young boys to “stop licking the TV”.
Just a Phase?
I am not saying such surreal things to Dylan as much any more, so I thought that this original take on language construction might only last the toddler years with Eloise. I do find it interesting but it is also a bit exhausting and will be glad when this phase is over.
However, I have found out these weird sentences may continue to produced with older children, even if only occasionally. This story is from another friend who was in the middle of telling her school-aged daughter off for something inexplicably strange, but was corrected:
‘Went to the supermarket with the kids and was looking at bread rolls in the bakery section. I turn around and Lucy is head butting the lamingtons!
“Don’t head-butt the lamingtons, Lucy!” I growl at her in an urgent stage whisper.
Lucy looks offended and somewhat haughtily returns, “I was NOT head butting them, I was kissing them. I LOVE lamingtons!”’
Does anyone have a similar story? I would love to hear them. Please share in the comments below.