







Before our kids learn our language, we get to experience the magic of learning theirs. For an amazing, and amazingly short, period of time kids speak a language that only their parents can understand. Have you ever been around a parent and their kid, and the kid looks at the parent and says, "Samoopeeepoop clababa pano pano it," and the parent, completely un-phased, replies with something like "No dear, you've had enough graham-crackers, and dinner is in an hour"?

I'm going to miss that connection with my kid. I like that for awhile my wife and I were the only ones who could understand her. But now, Duchess is getting much better at talking. Her language skills are really pretty amazing. She's almost mastered subject, object and possessive pronouns. She's getting tenses down, and every once in awhile she'll put together a sentence with multiple clauses and a semi-colon.





"I want to lay in bed with you and mommy, who you call Stevie-pie, but I peed in my pull up and need a new butt; can you change it?"





Yes, it should be lie and not lay, but cut her some slack. She's two. So before Duchess starts quoting Faulkner and writes a fan-fiction sequel to The Sound and the Fury, I decided now would be a good time to write down some of the Duchessisms that are slowly fading away from her mind, like the end of Flowers for Algernon*, only in reverse… which, now that I think about it, would be the beginning of Flowers for Algernon. I digress.





10 Words I'm Going to Miss





Adonamaa: I don't want a, I don't want to - "Adonamaa go night night." or "ADONAMAA WEAR PANTIES!!!"





This one can change and take on additional syllables depending on how badly she doesn't want to do whatever action she is resisting. For instance, if it is putting away her toy train it could be: "ADONAMANAMMANNAMANNNANANANA PUT AWAY MY CHOO CHOO TRAAAAAIIIINN!!!" Yes, it can be frustrating sometimes, but when adonamaa goes away so does all the cuteness from her rebellion. Then it's just plain old rebellion.





Kayeeoo: Carry me





This word is always said at my feet with outstretched arms, and is always said at least twice. "Kayeeoo… Kayeeoo Daddy". It comes from me asking her if she wanted me to carry her when she was slow and I was sick of waiting for her to catch up. I'd say "Want daddy to carry you?" So now she assumes that "Carry you" is one word that means: to carry the Duchess. On instinct, I tried to teach her the correct way to say it the other day and Stevie leapt across the room, screamed NOOOOO, and then tackled me. She's resisting the change even more than I am.

Sawbubby: Strawberry





This one just left her vocabulary a few weeks ago. I'm pretty sure Stevie cried when she heard Duchess say "Can I have a strawberry?" I would give anything to have a recording of her saying "I has a sawbubby?" I would make a million copies. I would keep one in the Smithsonian. But alas, Sawbubby is gone forever - a lost word in a dying language. ::sob::





Fiveteen: Fifteen - "Thirteen…fourteen…fiveteen…"





There was a point at which I would have been completely comfortable with this pronunciation of fifteen carrying on into High School. I don't care how much damage it does. I'd pay for the therapy. I want my daughter to call fifteen "fiveteen" dammit!





F*cking: Something





I'm not going to use it in a sentence, just understand that for the last 6-8 months, every time Duchess has meant to say "Something", she has said something very different. It has made having company over oh so much fun!





Shut Up: Stand up - "Daddy, shut up."





"That's not very nice; don't tell me to shut up."





"Shut up Daddy!"





"Duchess, don't tell me to shut up. That is not nice."





"SHUT UP DADDYYYYYYYY!!!"





It took me awhile to figure out what she was saying. Now, when people see me quietly stand up after Duchess tells me to "shut up" they assume I'm just a broken shell of the man I once was, when really we're just communicating!





Wanididid: I wanted to, and I did - "I wanididid go potty daddy!!"





I love this one because it only happens when she is so proud of herself that she doesn't have time to use multiple words. She just wants to tell me everything in one, awesome Duchess word, and that is perfectly fine with me. "I wanididid count to fiveteen daddy!!!!"

Yes you did honey. Yes you did.





Rebudeder: Regular, in-between slow and fast





When we sing songs in the car… actually I should just say when we are in the car, because it is the same thing. If we are in the car, we must be singing. Duchess has declared it so. Anyway, she also declares whether we sing the song fast or slowwwwwww. Once she is tired of making us speed up or slow down "The Wheels on the Bus" fiveteen times she'll say, "Ok edeebody. Now sing rebudeder." And then we sing the song rebudeder.





Habagooday: Have a good day!





I saved this one for last not only because structurally it makes sense, but because it is my favorite. Duchess and I have a bedtime ritual. We brush our teeth. She spits all over her face. I wipe her face. We read a book. We read another book. She then tells me she would like to read four more books. I say no. She pretends to cry. I pretend to acknowledge her pretend cry. Then she gets in bed. We sing 1-30 songs. I give her a kiss and a hug. I say good night. She says good night. I say I love you. She says I love you. And then I get up and leave the room. Every night – and I'm serious here – every single night after I shut the door she yells "Habagooday!" I don't know where she picked it up. I don't care that it is night and not day. It is something that is wholly hers and I want it to stay that way forever. So I open the door back up, poke my head in and say back "Habagooday, I love you." And she loves me too.





Habagooday,





Dad (John)





What toddler words do you love or miss with your kids? Let's make a dictionary in the comments!!





Flowers for Algernon reference, please refer to the episode of the Simpsons when Homer finds out that a crayon he put in his nose as a child is in his brain. He has it removed and becomes a genius... only to slowly fall back into buffoonery once the crayon is put back in. That episode is a parody of *In case, like my wife, you didn't get thereference, please refer to the episode of the Simpsons when Homer finds out that a crayon he put in his nose as a child is in his brain. He has it removed and becomes a genius... only to slowly fall back into buffoonery once the crayon is put back in. That episode is a parody of Flowers for Algernon

– which is a fantastic book.





The crayon is in his brain, and it makes him not smart.

P.S. We're still having a blast over at the Ask Your Dad Facebook Page . I post funny micro content like conversations I have with Duchess that have words I didn't include on this list. If you haven't liked the page, I highly encourage it.

It recently won the Latin Grammy for Choreography in a Music Video.

I even put a widget in the right column for you to click. It's that easy!



