Maybe it’s just me.. (oh yeah, it IS me) but people in my life sure talk weird.
At the Kingdom of Tired, we sometimes talk like a Minnesotan version of the Teletubbies. Quirky toddler words have become every day speech. I need to clean up my act. People are starting to look at me weird and offer me handicap parking.
Take food for instance. Since Prince Jakey-D was old enough to talk, bananas have been “beenanas” and pillows were “pows.” With Sara her feet were “beets” and the plural was “boutz.” To this day I catch myself still saying using that terminology.
The other day, I was trying to clean up a sticky-child-induced-mess at a friend’s house the other day and asked for a “cough cough” (washcloth). My request was met with silence and a blank stare. Duh. Get me a wet piece of cloth already. Geesh.
My husband seems to have gotten a clue. I haven’t heard him calling crocodiles “taco-diles” or Zebras “Sweebas” like his half-crazed wife. Maybe I should follow his lead and talk like the big girl I am. It would be nice if he’d just work with me a little though. Just yesterday I asked him to open the “now now” (window) and got an eye roll and a head shake.
Com’on people, get with my program.