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Nanu nanu

I have no idea where my son came from. I mean, clearly, I gave birth to him. I definitely remember that. But he seems like he is from another planet. In fact, I am convinced he made up his own language and he and his sister are the only ones who speak it. It is a combination of Pig Latin, Spanglish and rhyming. And he runs around the house all day long speaking in it.

If you ask him a question he will answer you with a straight face in this crazy speak.

"2.0, did you brush your teeth yet?'

"Neeth wreath row woa." The child couldn't rhyme if he tried, but when he stops thinking and just opens his mouth, rhymes flow out freely. I don't get it. Maybe he is going to be the next Eminem or Macklemore.

I have little to no patience for silliness. I know, I should never have had children. But nonetheless, I have two and can't stand nonsense. Yet this little human insists on teaching me, daily, the value of taking a break for a laugh or a smile or even just a little Dr. Seuss-inspired talking.

If only I knew what the heck he was saying.

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  1. AbbyOctober 23, 2016 at 10:42 AM

    Mom, pretend you're Princess Leia.
    Ok. What do I say.
    Just pretend.
    *Sigh.

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