Dallin's rate of vocabulary acquisition is amazing. He is repeats just about everything we say. Sometimes is sounds right, and sometimes it doesn't. For example:
In his attempt to solidify the words in his mind, Dallin will say things about 50 times over and over again. The other day we were driving home and pointing to things like car, house, tree, truck. Dallin would repeat each one while pointing -- he loves this game. Well, he was playing this game with Sadie and he started saying truck over and over. He said it several times before Steve and I realized what he was doing. His version starts with "f" and rhymes with "uck". Yeah. After asking him to repeat truck several times to verify the situation, we busted up laughing. Not the smartest thing to do to a 2-year-old, but hey, we are first time parents right?
We tried to do the responsible thing by teaching him "t-r-" Then we tried other words that begin with tr. He can trash and tricycle and truncated (just kidding, but he can say trash) but when we got back to truck . . . more explicit language. My neighbor was even on the lookout the next day, and she said that he was successful in his truck language, but when I asked you can guess what I heard. I decided to give up because it was clearly a losing battle.
Fast forward to Sunday. (I'm sure you can see where this is going) I have become pretty good at entertaining both my kids during sacrament meetings. They are both pretty awesome about being quiet and whispering. At some point I pulled out a car and a truck for Dallin to play with. Did he decide to quietly make car and truck noises? Did he decide to say the word car over and over again? No. He decided to give the sacrament an "R" rating. He dropped the f-bomb more times than on the Sopranos. I tried to ignore it, hoping that no one would notice or he would stop talking about his truck. But he just got louder and more excited about his new truck. At one point a woman in front of me just turned and said with a smile, "I'm so sorry".
I eventually got the truck away from him without a tantrum, but the damage was done. He's known as "the kid who swears during sacrament meeting" I doubt anyone besides the people right around me even noticed. It's a good thing I have a good sense of humor because I thought it was pretty funny. I pretended I was mortified though, just in case someone thought it was bad that my sweet 2-year-old had a potty mouth.
