I know what you’re thinking, but it isn’t like that at all.
Last week when my parents were visiting (for three days, to renew their bonds with the kids), we all went out to dinner. Seeing that I’ve actually lost some weight at last (a whole quarter kg, don’t laugh!) I put on an old black full-length skirt and a deep purple silky/shimmery blouse that used to be a favourite of mine before it started showing all the tyres.
As soon as I came out of my room, Mrini took one look at me, her face lit up and she uttered a loud, enthusiastic and completely spontaneous “Nice!”
That made me feel like a million dollars, quite apart from the astonishment that the two-year-old pipsqueak is even starting to notice such things.
She did it again today – unfortunately, not to me, but to the pillow, which was wearing a never-worn-before pillow cover. It didn’t have quite the same effect on me, but maybe that old pillow felt like a million dollars.
I haven’t bothered with teaching the kids the concept of dirty, much. If they want to put their hands in something dirty, I usually just stop them (if it’s really dirty, that is; common, garden variety of dirt never hurt anyone) but I don’t tell them something is dirty – I don’t want to put adult notions of dirty into their little heads right now.
But some concept of dirty seems to come in-built. There was a dead cockroach lying in the verandah yesterday (a horrible, big one, ewwww), and Mrini saw it. She crumpled her face up into her disgusted+scared look, pointed at it and complained to me: dirty.
Other than that, their verbal abilities don’t seem to be going anywhere beyond telling me to sit down, get up, and pick it up. Oh and their stock favourites, of course: “how-are-you-fine-thank-you; bless-you-thank-you-welcome; happy-birthday-to-you; give-me-please; ok-see-you-bye.”
I’m just waiting for the day when I’ll be able to have an actual conversation with them.
Till then I can make do with the “nice” very nicely, thank you.