Twooooooooooooo

Joss is three months shy of being two. Two is one of her favourite words. It is pronounced twooooooooooooooo with great excitment. One being something you might expect - one birdy, one lolly, one mummy but twoooooooooooo emphasising surprise, hilarity and general high living.

Lately she has also been categorising things around the flat in to twooooooooo categories, Mummy and Daddy.

Despite my attempts to pull my weight on the domestic front, she still points at the mop and says Mummy, while the skid-marks down the side of the toilet bowl are called "Daddy".

Her vocabulary is expanding quickly at the moment to the tune of three or four new words a day and frankly, will soon be overtaking mine. Luckily I belong to the school of poets who enjoy brevity and simplicity. One of my favourite classroom excercises is the one where you try to create a poem out of only eight words and recently I tried this using the first 8 words/phrases that Joss spoke. These were Mumma, Daddy, uh-oh, thata, doggie, happy, happydays and bye-bye. (When you list them like that they sound like characters from a tele-tubbies spin-off)

Here's the poem...

Thata happy Mumma
Thata happy happy Mumma

Thata happy daddy
Thata happy happy Daddy

Uh-oh bye-bye
Uh-oh bye-bye Daddy

Uh-oh bye-bye
Uh-oh bye-bye Mumma

Uh-oh bye-bye
Uh-oh bye-bye
Uh-oh bye-bye
Daddy-mumma

Thata Doggie!
Thata Doggie!
Doggie! Doggie!Doggie!
Thata happy doggie!

Happy happy happy happy
Happy happy happydays.