Sometimes kids say the weirdest things. It’s like somebody filled their heads with little magnetic words and gave them a shake. Occasionally there is real wisdom in there though, you just have to listen.
So, having already had a little poetic interlude from Miss E this week, it was with bated breath that I waited for the whimsical reasonings that would leap from my 3 year olds imagination as the following words left her mouth…
Miss M: “Mummy can you turn the dark off? The light is talking to me.
” Me: “Oh right, what is it saying M?”
And I’m thinking, ‘Wow, that’s quite cool, wanting to turn the dark off. I suppose she means turn the light on, but still, it’s a pretty cool way to express herself.’
And her reply?
Miss M: “It says poo wall and trump wall and bum wall and trump.”
Sighhhhhh. Ah well, there’s still time for her creative genius to, erm, peak, or should I say, peek, right? ;D
October 7th, 2008 at 2:24 pm
This kid has potential.
I miss the nevereverland too. ;0)
October 7th, 2008 at 2:27 pm
My theory is that the light really was saying something meaningful in her mind but, when pressed, she couldn’t find the words to explain it so she filled the gap with the old trusty poo and wee talk. What do you reckon JB?
October 7th, 2008 at 2:43 pm
Seriously…can I borrow her? I promise I’d probably maybe give her back afterwards…
October 7th, 2008 at 2:45 pm
Makes perfect sense to me!
October 7th, 2008 at 3:38 pm
I think it sounds suspiciously like a nursery rhyme. I suspect that in years to come, they’ll be singing it with accompanying actions in Kindermusik groups in posh places, and marvelling at how educational they’re being for their children.
Do you know the rhyme “wind the bobbin up” (and that’s wind, with a long i, not wind as in gas-related jokes)? The verse goes
Point to the ceiling, point to the floor
Point to the window, point to the door
(they were pretty desperate for entertainment, those spinners who sang this song).
Anyway, I think “The Wall Song”, as it will surely be known, is a little like that. I can see the actions now:
Poo wall (squat)
and trump wall (stand up and stick bottom out)
and bum wall (point to bottom)
and trump (clap hands together while blowing raspberry).
See, she is a genius after all.
October 7th, 2008 at 4:09 pm
I’m thinking she needs a blog of her own!
October 7th, 2008 at 5:02 pm
you see, pink brings it out. and butterflies? don’t get me started on the butterfly-theory-of-trumping.
seriously don’t.
October 7th, 2008 at 5:57 pm
At least she always stays along the same themes. Sort of like Picasso and his Blue Period.
October 7th, 2008 at 7:25 pm
I certainly hope that once Punkin starts talking in something other than baby/russian with a smattering of english mixed in (to keep us on our feet) that she is as delightfully amusing as Miss M is.
October 7th, 2008 at 7:49 pm
You’re killing me! I was laughing so hard at this, and Cullen, who was trying to nurse, did not appreciate it much!
October 7th, 2008 at 9:00 pm
trump… hahaha.
October 7th, 2008 at 9:15 pm
are you sure that isn’t a gassy butterfly? Maybe she knows something we don’t…. clever girl
October 7th, 2008 at 11:31 pm
There is NO doubt….the girl loves her some toilet humor.
kisses to Miss M.
October 8th, 2008 at 5:40 am
Sometimes the great desire hits me to talk about nothing else but wee and bottoms and poo. It must be the little girl in me, don’t you think? Maybe Miss M and I could have a little get together.
October 8th, 2008 at 9:04 am
LOL! My four year old once had a dream about poop coming out of holes in the ceiling. I can’t imagine why that child thinks of poo so much. hmmm. strange.
October 8th, 2008 at 9:22 am
Well, I believe it’s wonderful that she’s thinking outside of the box! Tell her I’m using her “turn the dark off” line to quiz my children and see how smart they are.
October 8th, 2008 at 11:30 am
Sounds as if she was channeling the beat poets of the 50s … if she snaps her fingers while reciting or demands a beret to wear we’ll know for sure .. keep an eye open ..
October 8th, 2008 at 6:59 pm
“Turn the dark off.” Love it.
The other? Well, not so much; but typical…