WoMo Word #86: Yakiddie-yak
August 30th, 2010, posted by Marcie
Yakiddie-yak (verb): the revealing, honest, often insightful and always hilarious talk that gets blurted out of children’s mouths
…that is very much worth repeating. Here are some good ones that the WoMo girls have collected over the last couple of parenting years:
My three-year old asked for a penny to throw into a fountain. After he did, I asked him what he wished for. “A penny,” he replied.
When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, “I’m not sure.” “Look in your underwear, Grandpa,” he advised. “Mine says I’m 4 to 6.”
I just went camping with my two sons. We kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. The three-year old looks over and in a frustrated voice says, “It’s no use mom. Now the mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights.”
My kids are very picky eaters, so the variety of meals in our house is slim. The three-year old finally asks me, “Mom, why is lunch made out of dinner?”
One day I found my granddaughter staring at my false teeth soaking in a glass. She turned away and whispered, “The tooth fairy will never believe this!”
I was rushing to get my three-year old ready for day care in the morning. In an effort to help he said, “Mommy, if I brushed my hair, do I have to brush my teeth too?”
The other day I was trying hard to get ketchup out of the jar. During my struggle the phone rang, so I asked my 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. “Mommy can’t come to the phone to talk to you right now. She’s hitting the bottle.”
I was in the bathroom, putting on makeup, under the watchful eyes of my young granddaughter. After I applied my lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, “Grandma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper goodbye.”
I was driving with my young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and in full view of us flashed another car. As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, “Mom, that lady isn’t wearing a seat belt!”
My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, 62. He was quiet for a moment, then asked, “Did you start at one?”
My two kids were diligently searching for a lost Lego piece. When they found it, I said, “Wow! Was it hard to find?” The three-year old replied, “Not anymore.”
My kindergartener had just finished her first week of school. “I’m just wasting my time,” she said. “I can’t read, I can’t write, and they won’t let me talk!”
I’ve been trying to break my three-year old son of picking his nose. The other day I caught him in the car with his tiny finger up his nose. He replied, “Mommy, the booger monsters are mad and they don’t like you.”
My son was pounding away on my laptop. He told me he was writing a story. “What’s it about?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he replied. “I can’t read.”
I didn’t know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last, she headed for the door, saying, “Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these colors yourself!”
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