I'm sure I have posted about the weird stuff the girls do before, but it has been happening enough lately that I feel like it is a sub-genre. So, it gets a name and a colon - Kids are so weird:
More entries to follow on this topic, of that I am sure!
So, I fully recognize that telling children to "use their words" when they have less than 100 must be frustrating. Sometimes I get frustrated when I can't remember a word and I must have at least a few thousand, though arguably I have lots of fake words since I basically work in a consultancy. Who knew "surface" was a verb? Just yesterday I surfaced some things at a meeting. Boom. Watch me go!
Anyway, the new word of choice is "rabeet" though often the "t" is silent. What you hear is more like a long, trailing wail of "RABEEEEEeeeee."
They mean the thing with the long ears that shows up around Easter. Sadly for them, the one that comes to our house won't have baskets full of refined sugar like he did in my youth. He may have raisins and some art supplies. These kids have it tough.
Turns out rabeets are everywhere and exactly nowhere when you need them. For the last two weeks they have been looking for rabbits all the time. Every meltdown that starts with a fight or failed attempt at sharing ends with a cry for a rabbit. So, that is really the main word they are choosing to use these days. You can't make this stuff up.
The handful of rabbits (and rabbit-like objects) we own are now placed strategically throughout the house so when a meltdown happens there is one close by. Seriously, I shouted from upstairs to Chris last week something like "Dear God, she won't stop, where is the rabbit?!?" I'm 35 and fully panicking because wailing not-yet-two-year-olds will only be satiated by a rabbit. Seriously. Once I pretended a mouse in a dress was a rabbit. They are almost too old to buy it.
What happens then? I suppose I will have to parent.
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