Every few weeks there seems to be a huge leap forward in Bernard’s little curly head, and words get longer or clearer or more joined up. All of a sudden the continual jabber has become a commentary, with observations on all that he sees around him…
(this is really of no interest to anyone but me)
Oh look! Green car going backwards!
Hayo Maisy. How doolin? Maisy on windowdill. Maisy unneath bed. Maisy outside. Maisy eat biccits. Maisy, NO scratch darpet! Maisy, Maisy, watch car-boat! Go home see Maisy NOW.
Big cars going fast!
Oh look! Airpane flying away! Bird on roof! Magdie over there on grass!
Ackackter! Ackackter![1]
Maisy out garage. Here pussim. Here pussim. pss pss pss cmere Maisy. Bye Maisy. Seeyasooooon.
Daddy sit steering wheel. Mama sit next. Arra sit front. No Arra sit chair. Oh look! Mr Woo flying!
Noise! Man! Awnmowler!
That one might be.
Hayo Maisy dahlin puss puss.
[Parroted back to granny, causing her to melt with love] Night night seetart
- prize for guessing what this means [↩]
A tractor? Maybe? But then, I never win anything so it probably isn’t… ;0)
No, sorry, it’s not a tractor.
Would it be what was known for some time hereabouts as a woolydop? ak(by adults)a a helecopter?
It is, indeed, a woolydop.
Awww the cuteness!!
And I DID guess helichoptur too! Honest. I wonder if he’s seen a fire-ne-noon or a flumbalumph yet…
As for “Maisy, NO scratch darpet!” can we hire him to shout that at our cat please!!
Hurrah! Do I win a certificate extolling my fluency in Bernard?
Gordon – that would be a “fiererie” around here. Is your cat called Maisy too?
rr – your prize is our unending admiration.
Should “Maisy outside” actually be “Maisy ahtsoide”?
I’m late to the party, but I guessed Helicopter too, because it sounds like how my niece says helicopter
I can’t believe two years have gone by so quickly…
This morning, after H had left very early for a course in that there London, I got: “Where’s Mummy?” (I told him she’d gone to london for work). “Mummy’s gone to London on dirty train. It needs bit cleaning. It’s sort of gravy coloured.”
Perfect. Everything dirty will now be “sort of gravy coloured” in this house. (I’ve no idea why he thought the train would be dirty – usually our local trains are very clean).
I was going to say guitar.
Shows what I know.
Also glad to see Bernard and I spell on the same level.
What’s that noising?