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Calvin has spent the past few days furiously cramming words together in his attempt to tell or ask us things. When he wants to link words into a sentence and he doesn't know how to put it all together, he interpolates with "-a-" as prefix or suffix, which makes him sound like Chico Marx. This has led to sentences like:
"Open a garage door bike-a ride!"
"Papa, boo-boo on a toe, kiss it-a better!"
"Going-a store! A stroller, ok? Wanna go!"
And the nightly routine of "Give you some more milk, rock a little!" right before bed. That's the only pronoun he still reverses with any regularity, and I'm not sure it isn't a joke for him, like the following exchange, which he absolutely knows is funny:
Me: "One...Two..."
Calvin: "Five!"
Me: "No, three!"
Calvin: "Five!"
Me: "No, three!"
Calvin: [laughter] "Five!!"
This is the child keeping me sane. Thank god.
"Open a garage door bike-a ride!"
"Papa, boo-boo on a toe, kiss it-a better!"
"Going-a store! A stroller, ok? Wanna go!"
And the nightly routine of "Give you some more milk, rock a little!" right before bed. That's the only pronoun he still reverses with any regularity, and I'm not sure it isn't a joke for him, like the following exchange, which he absolutely knows is funny:
Me: "One...Two..."
Calvin: "Five!"
Me: "No, three!"
Calvin: "Five!"
Me: "No, three!"
Calvin: [laughter] "Five!!"
This is the child keeping me sane. Thank god.