Mamassage: Cock

So lately Kajsa’s been into making inappropriate noises as often as possible. It’s annoying, but we ~~know~~ hope it’s a phase. Having experienced Maya when she was four; however, I have a bit more patience for it than Chris does.

Unfortunately, though, Kajsa was at the store with Chris when the following interaction occurred.

Some dear, sweet little old lady walked up to Kajsa proclaiming, “Oh what a cute little girl.”

Kajsa immediately turned to sweet little old lady and bellowed, in a preternaturally low voice, “Cock!”

I’m not sure what Chris did at that point as this is the part of the story where I interrupt each time, either with fits of inappropriate giggles or queries as to where she could have picked up on such vernacular.

Part of me feels that I may be to blame. You see, Kajsa’s favorite restaurant, bar none, is the Chinese one down the road. The woman who owns the place coddles my girl telling her how proud she is that she eats spicy Kung Pao Tofu. She, additionally, always gives Kajsa some little gift as we leave. These have been everything from a bird whistle that you blow water through to make it sing - to magnets with full frontals of koala bears. Seriously, they're odd. And yet, there they are – proudly displayed on our refrigerator.

Anyway, while waiting for our food to arrive, we always have to check out the placemats’ Chinese Astrology. Chris is a rabbit. Maya’s a monkey. Kajsa’s a sheep. And when it gets to me, having been born in 1969, I unfailingly proclaim, “I’m a cock!”

And so I am. I’ll crow all day unless you put a bag over my head. Heck we moved out into the middle of nowhere with nothing to do and thousands of miles between myself and anything or anyone familiar. So what did I do, I started a blog and began some cyber crowing. But this isn’t really about me, is it?

It’s about my dear sweet little girl with a mouth like a sailor. We’ve caught her saying a few other questionable (at best) things lately as well. She’s called her new puppy, Rufus, both a “little prick” and a “little pussy”. (Hmmmmm…Canis Hermaphrititus?)

Now, I know she didn’t get those here. When we asked her where she did hear them, her response was, “Pre-school – a loooong time ago.” Mind you, she’s barely four. And while that does, somewhat, let me off the hook; it seems that now I get to have a fun, and oh so comfortable, conversation with her teachers.

I’ll let you know how it goes.