Fifi is now 18 months and boy, can she talk. Random words flow (when she takes the dummy out) and she knows all the correct words for food and cutlery/crockery. Each morning I am woken up by these joyful words: “mummeee! MILK” then we go downstairs and I get ” Bic, bowl” (biscuit in a bowl), “juice”. This is quite a new experience for me because toddler boy was vocal but not quite as organised in his speech at this stage.
Toddler boy has always had problem with his pronunciation, we are under a speech therapist because of it. She feels that the issue is mainly that he is a bit too bright for his developmental stage. He basically tries to construct complicated sentences and rushes through it all so quickly that you can’t understand a word of it. It’s frustrating for all involved. Recently there has been some tangible improvement. We have been following the speech therapists advice and clapping out words for him and this has really helped. However, its allowed us to hear some radical thoughts. A selection for posterity:
” me cut off your head and hide it under me bed so then you cant see me” After he has been naughty we get a lot of threats around removal of eyeballs and heads. Hmmm.
” No! you go to naughty step!”
“Me Spiderman, you Firestar”
Long convoluted explanation of something undecipherable “OK, yes, OK, yes OK?”
” Me love you Dadda and Me Fifi and not YOU” Points to mean mummy
” Me love fish-chips, me not love that” Another dinner success
” Me no like you, you got spot, me no like spots, me got spot but me no like your spot” Yes, I had a spot during the chicken pox episode.
” Me love Ben 10, me love Spiderman, me love Thundercats…”
“That not dinner, that lunch! Me like cheese roll for me lunch”
” Me sleep with dadda, you sleep in me bed”
From this I can determine that he prefers his father to me, is worried that he is going to be seen doing naughty stuff, likes fish- fingers and cheese rolls. Fifi just really likes food.