This morning, as Sapphire was getting ready to go to preschool, she walked down the stairs and by the door to the room I was in at the time. While she was on the stairs, I thought I heard her say “Rich bi_ _ _ ” but I was sure I must have heard her wrong. As she passed by my door, I heard her more clearly. She was most definitely saying rich and the word that starts with “b” and rhymes with “rich”.
Instantly, I thought, “Where did she hear that?” Jim and I do not use that word and I can’t imagine where she would have heard that phrase. Could any of the movies/shows she’s watched have used it? I drew a blank. What would her preschool teachers think if she said that word in school?
Then I realized that the tone she used was kind of like she was reciting something, rather than calling someone something. She also clearly had no idea it was a word I didn’t want her to use. There was no coyness. There was no whispering. There was also no defiance. (Sapphire is rarely defiant.) That’s when I started to wonder if she was rhyming.
Very calmly, I said, “Sweetie, the second word you said, the one that starts with a “b”, that’s a bad word and we don’t say it, OK?”
“Oops!” she replied with a smile. “How about clitch? Rich clitch.”
“Ditch would work. Rich ditch,” I offered.
“Clitch. I like rich clitch.”
I love this stage. I love it a lot.