Here are just a few reasons why I think I have the weirdest toddler on the block:
- He makes up his own words for things and despite telling him the appropriate word which we know full well he could say, he refuses to say it and continues to say his own made up words. Last week when we were in the pediatrician's waiting room, he began giving this little 6 year old Indian boy a dissertation on acorns. When he was all said and done the little boy looked at his mom and asked, "is that boy speaking Spanish?"
I had to kindly inform him that no, my son is not in fact bilingual, but he does speak fluent Toddler.
- He adds the suffix "do" to the words he knows and we can't figure out for the life of us why he does this. For example he says "cookie-do," "cow-do," "juice-do."
- Speaking of cows, and I take full responsibility for this one, rather than point out and say the name of an animal he sees, he imitates the sound they make. When he sees a cat he says "Meow," a cow "moo," a sheep "baaa" and so on and so forth.
- He calls all dogs "shee-shees" which is his name for "Sheepie" regardless of what kind of dog they are.
Are you sensing a theme here? Maybe I should start reading some parenting books. Perhaps I'm the weird one after all. Oh wait, it gets better...
- Last week his brand new little rolling suitcase arrived. He refers to it as his "bag-bag" and insists that it go everywhere with him. For instance, he insists that it rides in the car with us on simple errands like the market, the gas station, etc. The meltdown of all meltdowns ensues when I try to explain to him that he doesn't need his "bag-bag" for errands.
- Want to know what's in his "bag-bag?" As of today there is one yam, one empty spice jar, a baby sock rattle, one unopened bag of mini fig newtons, The Little Blue Truck book, a bristle block, an old school scrunchie and a set of salad thongs. Toddler Hoarder, say what?
- He loves to play fetch. Literally. He'll bring me an item (usually a ball, sock or small baby toy) in his mouth, sit at my feet and wait for me to throw it. He will then retrieve said item and bring it back to me. Of course I rub his head and tell him what a good boy he is.
I'm sure that last one will somehow come to light during a therapy session later in his life. This isn't the first time I thought my toddler weird either. I first wrote about it here.
Please tell me I'm not alone.