I have always loved words. From an early age I developed a voracious appetite for reading. I love Scrabble, and crosswords, playing around with words. I love a good pun. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Pudding likes words too, as difficult as they are to come to her at times. As with everything though, she puts her own atypical spin on things. I love her humorous, absurd uses of language. I can’t wait to see who she is going to be, this exceptional child. As a word-lover, I delight in all these language differences. As a spectrummy mummy my job is to correct, normalize the dysfunction.
Here are some of Pudding’s words. Sometimes they leave me lost for words.
Words of Comfort:
To Daddy, after hitting him in the groin:
Aah, pretty Daddy.
Words that are loud. And public:
I DID A STINKY. ‘SCUSE ME!
Words of the Future, making me forget this is a 3 year-old, not a teenager:
I want to go to the mall. I want to eat lunch at the mall.
No, don’t want to got to school. Want to stay in bed. Want to go to school on Monday (it is Monday).
Words to Request:
Pudding– May I have more pancakes please?
Me– There are no more pancakes. Would you like something else instead?
Me– What would you like?
Me- What is that on your foot?
Who’s adorable? Pudding’s adorable.
Cubby’s got his galou-galous on! Further questioning revealed that she was referring to her brother being shirtless. Galou-galous being a word for…well, you know…those things on your chest.
I’ve got pinktails in my hair.
Echolaic Words (repeated several times a day):
I can see a witch in my porridge. She’s got a purple dress on.
As I write this, I think about the irony of using my words to tell her story. I hope one day Pudding will write her own story- will tell her own story, using her very own words.
I can’t wait to hear it.