Vocabulary

I love it when D busts out a word that we didn't know she knew and I get a big kick out of figuring out where she picked it up. Example: walking home from the market the other day, we passed a parking lot full of yellow school buses. "A depot!" she exclaimed. Explanation: we have a book called Down at the Station that has a page about a bus depot.

I was similarly amused when D told me recently that she knew what "smoking" meant. (The subject came up when I closed the balconey door because a neighbour was smoking outside.) "It means dirty," she told me. When I asked her why she thought that, she referenced Sheila and Michael, who are characters in Robert Muncsh's The Fire Station. They hide in the firetruck and get all "smokey" at a fire so that they have to spend days in the bath when they get back home.

Here are two more anecdotes showcasing the way her words work: 

D thinks its funny when we pretend to mix up words. For instance, we were talking about her Wiggles DVD but I was saying "the Giggles" instead of "the Wiggles" and "chest" instead of "Jeff." When D recalled this joke the next day, she remembered me saying "suitcase" instead of "Jeff." She must have had an image of a treasure chest in her head when I said "chest" and that image morphed into a suitcase. (Sidenote: I love the Wiggles cuz they're just so unabashedly lo-fi. They're a barbershop quartet for preschoolers!)

Tonight at supper, D declared that she was done eating. Noting the amount of broccoli and perogies remaining on her plate, I said something like, "It seems like you didn't eat very much." Her reply? "You think I didn't but I really did." Ha!