I was getting mildly concerned about my (almost) three year old son. All of his girlfriends have been gabbing in complete sentences for a year. He knows words – “moon” and “tree” being favorites. He knows his alphabet. He draws well. He can count to ten. He sings “Cheer Up, Charlie” from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. He just doesn’t talk (except to ask for ice cream).
We went over to visit his friend Madison. Not knowing whether they were napping or not, Mama Pinky knocks on the door and softly says “Hello?”
Izzy says “Hello? Hello? You have my pills. Hello? It’s cold, and there are wolves after me. Oooooo!”
That is cute. You now have a good story to pass along to him in his older years. This also could be used aa blackmail material–do as you’re told or we will tell all of your friends what your first sentence was.
Ohhh!! Cute!!! And smart too. A kid that has watched the Simpsons since age 3 (almost). Wow. Or perhaps Dr. and Mommy Pinky just watch it. I’m in awe. My first sentence was no where as…uh, catchy as that one.
My younger daughter didn’t speak at all until she was well past two, and we were getting a little concerned. Her “first word” ended up being, “Lissie throwed mine bear into mine crib!” which I considered very advanced, being not only a complete sentence, but also tattling. Izzy’s beats that, though - congratulations!
Yeah, I’m somewhat worried about that “not shutting up” thing.
He quoted the Simpson’s Saturday. Today he has a new phrase, (from Willie Wonka) “Where’s the chocolate?” He does this strange little sumo dance, moving his arms and legs from each side in unison, stomping around the kitchen.
He’s not really talking, tho, is he? He’s just repeating stock phrases. He is doing it to hilarious effect. (He’s a very happy guy, and he does a lot of slapstick that I’d call a rip-off of Chaplin, except he’s only 3 and was uninterested in the one Chaplin movie I brought home.)
His mom, (the Panther) and I are extremely verbal. She’s an ex-family law lawyer, I’m a poet. So I suppose if you’re going to rebel against your yak-box parents, the appropriate course would be to imitate a silent film star.
Dr.Pinky, Reminds me of the old joke about the boy who hadn’t spoken a word in 22 years …one day at the table he says “soups cold”. Mom and dad are astounded. “Son, why haven’t you spoken before now?” He replies, “up until now, everythings been ok”.
Late talking is not unusal, sometimes things just have to “click” for any of us. He seems to have finally grasp the concept and imitation is the way we all learn. Say “Mommy”, say “Daddy”, say “where’s the chocolate”. I predict he will make up for lost time quickly. All the best to you.
Reportedly, my speech was terribly garbled until I was about four. According to my mother, the theory is that my brain was running ahead faster than my mouth can keep up. Since this still happens to me sometimes, I find it entirely believable. I have to catch myself, take a deep breath, and SLOW DOWN. It can be difficult. Lucky for me, people seem to think it’s kind of cute. I can babble on and on about absolutely nothing at all.
Dr. Pinky, TinyTot didn’t really say anything beyond what was totally necessary (in fact I think all he said was “juice”) until he was well past three. A couple of months later he was reading.
Now he won’t shut up! And he never wants to talk about interesting things…would it kill him to talk about something I enjoy for a change?
Although he did tell me the other night that he wants to “rock and roll all night and party every day”. That’s m’boy!
Or perhaps Dr. and Mommy Pinky just watch it. I’m in awe. My first sentence was no where as…uh, catchy as that one.