If there’s one thing I have learned in the last few months, then it has to be a child’s ability to grasp everything new. We may not know what they have learned or when they learnt it, or even if they have learnt anything from us at all when we teach them. When you least expect it, BAAAM, they would show/tell it to you. Leaving you gaping with their new found communicative confidence.
Thanks to me, N aped the four letter word after me. Each time I leave the living room windows open, my husband would close it. This happened for about 4-5 times before 2 pm the same day. To open the freaking windows, I have to climb the bloody sofa (no thanks to my height). The last time I climbed up the sofa, my right leg went right in the sofa, you know, the part where the seater meets the back rest.
What do I say, F**k, twice. What do I hear next. N saying F**k. He sounded so cute saying it. Just the way he rhythmatically says ‘duck’.
I quickly sang a nursery ryhme to divert his attention. A week later, I confessed to my husband and my mom (& sisters). I could not bear to keep it a secret-after hearing how well and adorable N looked saying it. Hahaha-yup, I am a weird Amma!
N is 1 year 9 months 19 days old.