Just when you think you're getting somewhere, these things happen and you ruefully decide that you do indeed have a long way to go still before calling yourself a pro at understanding kiddy speak...
Today morning, was spooning Sonny boy his chocolate milk, when he spotted the cartoon strip in the TOI being read by the husband. Immediately he piped up,
'Acha, tell me shory!"
An unwilling Acha- "What story, Sonny boy?"
"That red shory."
We looked, and there was Garfield that was about the only red/brown thing in there. On the weekend, we'd also bought a Garfield cdROM on playing with numbers, so we thought it must be that.
"Noooo..! That redddd!"
"That red socks"
"Yeah. Red socks shory" Nods head affirmatively, eagerly. How much more patient can you get with these parents? Pah!. Its so obvious what i'm talking about and they still don't get it!!
By now both the Acha and the Amma were poring over the newpaper, wondering where the red socks were, and who was wearing them.
"Acha, that red shory Acha,... that bown socks!" A peeved voice, and big eyes.
The big eyes had me stuck on Garfield more than ever.
Somewhere a small light flickered in the Acha's mind. Not in mine, to be honest.
Aah...! You mean fox..., Sonny boy?"
"Yesss! Bown socks!"Vehement nodding of head.
Sonny boy wanted to be told the story of little Red Riding Hood. And the fox. With big eyes, big ears and big teeth.
And he was getting soo irritated with our non-comprehension because he knew that we knew he referred to fox as socks. From when he was a baby, starting to lisp.
Sigh! So its back to square one all over again. We need to really concentrate, and remember all we learned, in order to grasp what Sonny boy has in mind..
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