Our little Zachary loves words. He is, by far, the most verbal of all our children yet. He has an extensive vocabulary for a two year old and he's always looking to increase it.
Sometimes with happy results...
The other day he heard a new word and wanted to learn its meaning, "What's gorgeous, Mama?" he asked. "Mama's gorgeous," I answered (really, how could I resist?) "Well, it means beautiful," I explained. "Kay," Zachary agreed, "Mama's gorgeous." Now it's one of his favorite words to describe me.
Sometimes with less happy results...
Last night, as I typed, Zachary climbed up on my lap. He looked over the landscape of my desk. "It's messy," he said. It was true. Since the anxious cleaning for house showings has ended, I have let things go around here. And by "let things go" I mean I haven't been anxiously cleaning. "It's despicable," Zachary pronounced with clarity. Yeesh. I hadn't thought it was that bad.
This morning I asked Simeon, "Do you know where Zachary might have gotten the word, despicable?"
"Yea," Simeon explained, "That would be from Daffy Duck."
Uh-hu. I oughta roast that bird!