This blog is a tribute to Vern and her "Dude, I'm stoked" blog seen here.
I was helping out in DS's second grade class, and all I heard from the boys was:
"Dude, you know what he said?"
"Dude?"
"Dude!"
So being the mom I am, I starting harassing them by joining in on their conversation. I didn't need to know what they were actually talking about, I just kept saying "Dude!". It had the opposite effect I wanted, my joining the conversation only spurred them on.
DS has been teaching DD the finer art of conversing with other children. They were actually getting along one day last week and I overheard the following conversation.
DD: That's sweet. (Referring to something DS had)
DS: It's not sweet, it's sweeeeeet.
DD: Oh, that's sweeeeet.
DS: That's better.
When did he become a diction coach?
3 comments:
It kills me when my kids talk cool - my son actually pounds his fist to his chest a couple of times and then flashes me the peace sign and says, "Peace out baby." And we don't even watch MTV.
I will just laugh in my son's face if he does that. He is just not the gansta kinda guy. I'm sure I will need to save up for therapy.
My big boys have taught the Caboose the words to "I Like Big Butts."
Yet another reason I'm not mother of the year...
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