Well, They're Both The Same Color Anyway
One of the most endearing moments of this fall season for happened on a recent trip to the pumpkin farm. As we walked past a field of giant pumpkins, Party Girl seemed in awe.
"Apples," she said. M was holding her while my mom and I traded Sass back and forth.
"Those are pumpkins," he told her.
She seemed to contemplate this new piece of information.
"Apples!" She said again.
"No, not apples," he told her. "Pump-kins."
We walked a little farther. She patted him on the back.
"Dada? Apples?"
"Pumpkins," he told her, smiling.
This exchange went back and forth for a while. She'd mull over the giant orange apples in front of her, trying to figure out why we were calling them something different. Then she'd check in with her dad to make sure she hadn't been mistaken.
"Apples?"
"Pumpkins."
Finally, we reached our destination and she was set loose in the field. She crawled and hugged and touched and even smelled.
"Apples," she said, looking at us.
"PUMPKINS," we said together.
Later, we got our homemade doughnuts (oh, the homemade doughnuts, oh.) and she looked out into the pumpkin field.
"Pun-keen," she said. " Pun-keen."
...........................................
Today we had our first snow of the season. When I saw it out the window, I pointed it out to Party Girl.
"Look, Party Girl!" I said. "Snow!"
She contemplated this new development and said very matter-of-factly:
"Mayonnaise."*
*I do not believe PG knows the word mayonnaise. But point to the snow, and every time she'll say "May-naze." I have no idea.
"Apples," she said. M was holding her while my mom and I traded Sass back and forth.
"Those are pumpkins," he told her.
She seemed to contemplate this new piece of information.
"Apples!" She said again.
"No, not apples," he told her. "Pump-kins."
We walked a little farther. She patted him on the back.
"Dada? Apples?"
"Pumpkins," he told her, smiling.
This exchange went back and forth for a while. She'd mull over the giant orange apples in front of her, trying to figure out why we were calling them something different. Then she'd check in with her dad to make sure she hadn't been mistaken.
"Apples?"
"Pumpkins."
Finally, we reached our destination and she was set loose in the field. She crawled and hugged and touched and even smelled.
"Apples," she said, looking at us.
"PUMPKINS," we said together.
Later, we got our homemade doughnuts (oh, the homemade doughnuts, oh.) and she looked out into the pumpkin field.
"Pun-keen," she said. " Pun-keen."
...........................................
Today we had our first snow of the season. When I saw it out the window, I pointed it out to Party Girl.
"Look, Party Girl!" I said. "Snow!"
She contemplated this new development and said very matter-of-factly:
"Mayonnaise."*
*I do not believe PG knows the word mayonnaise. But point to the snow, and every time she'll say "May-naze." I have no idea.
posted by Her Grace at
4:08 PM
3 Comments:
I think she's tired of repeating words. She's branching out on her own word limb now. But, mayonnaise? That got me laughing.
That is so cute.
Zoe called water something sounding like "onng" until she was 2. When you asked her if she'd like some water she'd say... "yes, onng" or she'd point at fountains or streams or the ocean and give us an excited "ONNG!" no idea where it came from. then, one day it was water. and i was just a little sad.
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