So I'm giving Megan her shower tonight, and we're singing silly songs. One of her new favorites is a song called "Boots" by her very most favorite singer in the entire universe who I think she would almost trade me in for, Laurie Berkner. In the song, they spell out the word boots with every verse, and then sing about different kinds of boots, and Megan sings and spells along merrily.
She has also as of late begun to spell and figure out words spelled aloud- we can't spell nap, cookies and most of the other words we could get away with communicating over her head. With this new spelling fixation, she has started randomly throwing letters together to try and spell things herself. "T - R - L - S - P! Milk!" she shouts randomly. "Andy! R - F - L - T - P! Stop that!"
So, what do these two things have to do with anything? Well, combine this new song with her adventures in spelling, and after she had spelled BOOTS a few times, she started monkeying with how many Os to put in, and then started changing the starting letter. Inevitably, she got to the letter T, and spelled out TOOTS. Now, I am not mature by any means when it comes to my sense of humor. I love a good fart joke as much as the next idiot. So, when she spelled this word, my basest of all reflexes kicked in and I started to laugh so hard I snorted.
Every parent knows that is the biggest mistake you can ever make. It has two-fold repercussions: One, you have just reinforced toilet humor. Two, you have just inked a deal with your child to repeat this joke until you kill yourself from the insanity of it repeating, over and over, ad nauseam and then some.
But if you could have heard her giggling after she shouted the word "TOOTS!" at the top of her lungs in the shower, the staccato of the consonants echoing in the perfect acoustics of the bathroom shower, you would have forgotten the consequences just like I did and laughed right along with her.
She has also as of late begun to spell and figure out words spelled aloud- we can't spell nap, cookies and most of the other words we could get away with communicating over her head. With this new spelling fixation, she has started randomly throwing letters together to try and spell things herself. "T - R - L - S - P! Milk!" she shouts randomly. "Andy! R - F - L - T - P! Stop that!"
So, what do these two things have to do with anything? Well, combine this new song with her adventures in spelling, and after she had spelled BOOTS a few times, she started monkeying with how many Os to put in, and then started changing the starting letter. Inevitably, she got to the letter T, and spelled out TOOTS. Now, I am not mature by any means when it comes to my sense of humor. I love a good fart joke as much as the next idiot. So, when she spelled this word, my basest of all reflexes kicked in and I started to laugh so hard I snorted.
Every parent knows that is the biggest mistake you can ever make. It has two-fold repercussions: One, you have just reinforced toilet humor. Two, you have just inked a deal with your child to repeat this joke until you kill yourself from the insanity of it repeating, over and over, ad nauseam and then some.
But if you could have heard her giggling after she shouted the word "TOOTS!" at the top of her lungs in the shower, the staccato of the consonants echoing in the perfect acoustics of the bathroom shower, you would have forgotten the consequences just like I did and laughed right along with her.
