Sweetie Saturday #109 - Vocabulary Edition

This week has found Sweetie once again expanding both her vocabulary as well as the way in which she expresses her words:

Exhibit A: The following written communication -

Addressed to Sweetie:



(Don't go potty here. It's broken. Go downstairs. Love, Mom)

Sweetie's rebuttal to me:



(MOM I TH.(ought) U FIXED IT?)

Very cute! And what a wonderful new world is open to us now that she can read!

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The neighbor girls were over last weekend, during which time they all played upstairs in Sweetie's room.

That evening, I remembered this and imagined the mess that most certainly still existed upstairs. I sent Sweetie to her room to pick up the toys.

At one point, Hubby went upstairs to check on her progress. I couldn't make out his exact words, but I definitely heard his shocked surprise regarding Sweetie's disastrous surroundings. I also heard some back and forth between them, wherein I assume Sweetie was blaming the mess on the girls and Hubby was explaining the consequences of her not asking them to help clean up before they left.

A little while later, I went up to see how Project Cleanup was going. I was greeted by Sweetie, hard at work.

She looked up, saw me, and exasperatingly exclaimed:

Do you see this, Mama? It was H_______ who made this disaster!

Yeah. Whatever. Clean it up.

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Last Sunday morning:

Sweetie. Go tell Daddy it's time to get up.

(She heads upstairs, at the same time I hear Hubby getting out of bed of his own accord. I head to our downstairs bathroom).

Sweetie's angry wails ring throughout the house. She comes to find me... in the bathroom (can't I have some privacy, please?!).

She explains -

I was going to tell Daddy to get up, but he ALREADY GOT UP!!!

(whereupon I give her a look of - "do not even start to complain about such a ridiculous thing." Seeing - and understanding - this, Sweetie back peddles, adding....)

But, Mama, it's unfair to you too because now Daddy's GOING POTTY!

(Oh, no! Not that?! It's just NOT FAIR that he and I can each use separate bathrooms at the SAME TIME!!! Waaaaaahhhh!!!!).

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Sweetie saw our water bill on the dining room table yesterday. She excitedly exclaimed to me -

Mama! You're going to Hollywood?! Were you on So You Think You Can Dance, and this is your ticket to Hollywood?!

Ahhhh. No. And that would be Las Vegas, anyway, Sweetie.

So, I guess we really do watch a bit too much T.V., then, huh?

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Speaking of that water bill - she and I went to the town hall to pay it yesterday, as well as to register our car.

We parked a bit of a distance from the town hall entrance, and therefore passed several other parked cars as we walked along. Upon seeing two similar cars in a row, Sweetie pointed to one and said,

Look, Mama! That's a carnival!

I looked, thinking she was actually reading the model name of the car. I'm thinking - Huh? A Carnival? I've never heard of a Carnival. What make is it?

Then it hit me (No, not the car. The realization of what Sweetie meant hit me!). Looking at the sleek, shiny vehicle, I corrected her:

No, Sweetie. That's not a "carnival". That's a "convertible".

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We were watching a bit of the Spelling Bee on T.V. last night. Sweetie was actually pretty interested.

During one set of commercials, she asked me:

Okay, Mama. Spell "ran".

Ooh. That's a toughie. Can you tell me the definition?

Yes. It means "run".

Oh. Okay. Can you use it in a sentence, please?

The horse ran away.

Thank you. Is it R-A-N ?

Yes! Good job, Mama!

Why, thank you, Sweetie.

I asked her to spell "horse". She spelled "hose" instead.

Oh well. We'll keep working on that, Sweetie.

She did ALMOST complete a correct spelling of the word Daddy offered to her: "Bedtime".

(A word that Hubby used in the following sentence: "You need to put on your pajamas, brush your teeth and go potty because it's almost your bedtime.")

Sweetie got as far as B-E-D-T-I before she gave up.

Oooh! So close, Sweetie! So very close. Good job to you too.