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As Declan wades ever deeper into the sometimes stultifyingly viscous morass of confusion that is the English language, he continues to entertain us, his parents, on an increasingly frequent basis.  He does this most often through the unintentional neologisms he coins on the spot.

(He also puts us in stitches with a frequent running commentary of absolutely everything he does.  A one-sided conversation like the following is not uncommon:

"Out-dide.  OH - Tree!  Big tree.  Green 'eaves.  Birdies -- tweet, tweet!  Walking; walking; walking.  RUNNING!!  Running.  OH!  Fah down.  Hohkay?  Yeah.  Dirt.  Dirty hands.  Owie.  Knee.  Hoot knee.  Gogs!  Running... Fahvey, Gingo... goggies.  Spinning!  Spinning... Dizzy... Oooo... Fah down.  Hah... lawnmower -- wheyditgo?!")

One of his newest creations is 'god-poop'.

For some reason, he loves walking around the yard with me, pointing out each smelly pile and waving buh-bye as it gets shoveled into the bag.  On days when the minefield hasn't been cleared (most of the time), we frequently warn him to watch out for dog poop as he's RUNNING!! around.  He's gotten quite adept at this and now points it out all the time for us; only it's god-poop.

With that kind of fertilizer, I'm convinced we're going to have one helluva lawn next summer.

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[rick]

"Making ourselves masters of the English language is all very proper, but we ought not to carry our compliance too far."

Anonymous contributor to The Scots Magazine, 1762

[Cheeseburger Brown]

I recall being charmed by my daughter, two years old at the time, when one evening she curled up on me and put her ear to my belly.

"Itsa makine noise, Papa."

"Yeah. What do you think that noise is?"

"Itsa yo food gettine squished up and goine around and round."

"Really? Who told you that?"

"I don't know."

"Why is the food going around and around?"

"It's turning into poo, and then it goes in the grass."

"Actually, I use the potty. Only the dogs use the grass."

"How come?"

"I find squatting hard on my thighs."

Love,
Cheeseburger Brown

[Mark]

That's good stuff, but I'm a little saddened that Dex no longer calls birds "boobies."

CBB - Come on, we know how you go potty out there in the country.

[Linda]

I think maybe we're talking about breaking one of The Commandments here, but I'm not exactly sure which one...
This reminds me of my favorite joke involving the dyslexic agnostic insomniac who lays awake all night wondering if there really is a dog...