[Extra-Special Note from Jodi: Thanks to all who voted for me in the 2009 Bloggies! I was totally surprised and completely blown away that I won. For my first official action as the Ms. Best Kept Secret 2009, I’d like to point you to Thursday Night Smackdown, who should have won, but who unfortunately didn’t have luck of having a brother named Fatty.]
|Today I had everyone doing push-ups as I was wrapping up teaching a Muay Thai Kickboxing class. In my class we have a two-year-old boy on the loose, who comes with his mother (who is quite a great kick boxer, I may add). He runs around like a little banshee, climbs on things, taunts us, and makes my heart melt every time he leaves because he gives me the sweetest kiss and hug goodbye. As I was doing my four-hundredth push-up (my blog, my creative license) the two-year old parked his bum in front of me and with his cherub grin, said, “You are a poo poo head.” And then I think he started calling me a poo poo head in French. This child can speak both French and English so he really could have been saying anything and I wouldn’t know because I’ve done my best to only (barely) grasp English like any good American.|
I remember the not-too-long-ago past when this phrase was key in Roan’s lexicon. He’s now moved on to more colorful things with slightly higher naughty scores. I guess I have to wonder what in the name of Sam Hell is up with these kids that they always end up with the same phrases? Why do all kids have the “Neener Neener Neener” triple-threat rolling off their tongues? Where does that come from? Or “Neh neh neh neh neh, you can’t catch me?” with it’s singsong rhythm that is exactly the same out of the four-year-old mouths in Los Angeles in 1971 as their counterparts in Brooklyn in 2009?
These are all the familiar things that came out of my own mouth back in the day, and I’m not surprised they’re still rolling around now. I have no idea how far back these exact same taunts go. I have no idea how mischievous the first kid to utter them was. I wonder why they’ve caught on and stayed exactly the same, and why they have remained as innate to children as pushing every limit that is imposed upon them.
Obviously with my superior child-whispering capabilities I told this little two-year-old that he’d better not call me poo poo head. Shockingly, this just made him do it more. Equally shocking, not only did he continue, but with more verve! The next phrase to come out of his mouth was another blockbuster familiar phrase: “You’re not the boss of me!” What are the origins of that gem? Is it ok that I still use it on occasion? And how does a bi-lingual two-year-old know about it?
These are not rhetorical questions. I’m actually wondering this stuff. This is why I win awards. I’m not afraid to ask the big tough questions