Brooke is fascinated that letters form words when combined. She'll rattle off a string of letters and ask what she spelled.
Normally, it's jibberish -- some combination of nine consonants and no vowels like "Ygrjvslhv," which I'm quite certain means nothing but is likely a name in Serbian-Cyrillic.
It doesn't spell anything. It's not a word; you made it up.
Then she gets me. "B-O-N-G. What does that spell, Mom?"
I pause. "It spells 'bong.'"
She looks at me. "Bong? Bong! That's silly. Now that's a made-up word."
I look at her, smile, and offer only one response.
"Yep."
Yowza. Although there are a few worse four letter words she could have spelled....
ReplyDeletehaha that made me chuckle. My six year old learned how to ryme...he started with rock...began going through all the letters to start ock with....got to C.....I almost had a heart attach....out of the mouths of babes.
ReplyDeleteRhyming can be dangerous, can it not? Good thing that he wasn't rhyming duck.
ReplyDeleteYou make an exceptionally valid point.
ReplyDeleteYou might have summed up motherhood in this teeny tiny post. LOL. It's fun. We have to chooseour words wisely. Kids say the dardest things. etc. etc. Love it. My 3-yr old just started doing this too.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it amazing that sometimes the smallest little stories can resound so much with moms? Ahhhh... we've all been there!
ReplyDeleteBest with your three-year-old!