My son’s vocabulary and grammar is improving as he gets older. The fact that he knows general rules of plurals and possessives and tenses is fascinating to me — especially when he bumps up against some of the exceptions to those rules. Some of his pronunciations are awesome, too.
| Connor says: | Connor means: |
|---|---|
| There’s us’s house! | There’s our house! |
| She comed over! | She came over! |
| I pooped my underwear. | I need to go potty. |
| It hotted me! | It blew hot air on me! |
| That’s full hands. | My hands are full. |
| I winned! | I won! |
| It falled over. | It fell over. |
| “Muse-kit” | Music |
| “Breck-piss” | Breakfast |
To his credit, when we correct one of his grammatical whoopsies, he repeats it back to us and remembers the exception to the rule in the future. The boy is a sponge — but that’s normal for his age.
His teacher at daycare says she actually misses her Connor conversations on the days when he’s not there. On top of being quite the talker, he also has quite the imagination, and comes up with highly amusing stories and explanations.
One day this week, as we were sitting at a stoplight, Connor was looking at some trees — tall, old, gnarled, bare of leaves.
“That tree is dancing!” he said.
Then we had a conversation all the rest of the way home, where I was the dancing tree and Connor was telling me all about what the tree could eat at our house, like soup and strawberries and carrots, and I love you, tree, and give me a kiss, and I’ll see you tomorrow after breakfast!
This age is awesome.
Most of the time.