My two year old is quite the pocket rocket. Heâ€™s blonde, green eyed and looks like butter wouldnâ€™t melt in his mouth. Heâ€™s full of kisses and hugs and generally has most people wrapped around his little finger as soon as he meets them BUT in a flash, he has the ability to mortify me like none of my other children yet. He has picked up a couple of â€œphrasesâ€ shall we say. His speech is quite articulate for his age (moreâ€™s the pity on this occasion) and so when he decides to share these â€œphrasesâ€ thereâ€™s no denying exactly what it is heâ€™s saying.
Most recently in my G.P.â€™s surgery my little cherub informed my doctor (as my doctor was trying to coax him into letting him look into his ears) that my doctor was in fact â€œa big eejitâ€. I cringed and hoped that my G.P. hadnâ€™t heard the remark but in fairness to my little darling, he repeated the comment, loud and clear and with complete defiance! I muffled my embarrassed apologies with explanations as to how my older children were big Fr. Ted fans and that he was just copying them. Now in fairness to my doctor, he just laughed it off, but I thought out of that surgery I would never get. Bad as that was, I knew my two year old had a few other â€œphrasesâ€ up his sleeve that he was and is quite happy to sing along to the tune of the â€œWonder Petsâ€. Thankfully this time the G.P and the waiting room were not treated to a rendition of this same tune but if anyone has any tips on how to make sure my little angel doesnâ€™t, in the future, treat a poor unsuspecting old lady who might kindly enquire as to how heâ€™s doing, to his lovely song, Iâ€™d love to hear them! In the meantime weâ€™re continuing to alternate between ignoring, distracting and simply telling him not to say it, just hoping it will pass soon. -Jen â€ª#â€Žmamatudeâ€¬ #morto