Another day, another word...no biggie.

For anyone who has made it to the celebratory one-year mark in parenting, you know that the anticipation of what baby's newest word will be, is a fun game. Of course, mom and dad can "understand" about 10 times as many "words" (please note liberal use of sarcastic quotation marks) as any random Joe who may have the fortune of having a "conversation" (OK, I will settle down with the excessive punctuation marks....) with your little love. And of course, the pediatrician will smile and nod obligingly when you tell him/her that your little one exceeds vocabulary expectations as laid out by the experts who live in the world of Dr. Google. Of course they do....they are a child prodigy.

But when it comes down to it, having a conversation with a toddler, can be painful. Kind of like trying to have a discussion in a bar when you are standing right next to the speakers blaring out the latest song by an artist that you embarrassingly have never heard of because you are so out of the loop....not that I would know what that feels like. I am just guessing that there would be lots of smiling and nodding, lots of saying "yes" when the other person asks you "where did you go to school", and lots of trying to look like you know what you are doing...when you have no idea. Yeah...kinda like that....

But every once in a while, a word comes out of that beautiful babe's mouth (the toddler...not the person at the bar) that is clear as a bell. And inevitably, you give such high accolades for this achievement that the tiny human then goes on to repeat that word over...and over....and over....and over again.

That is the case in our house right now and I swear that I am living a scene straight out of "Finding Nemo".....

Now, not only is "mine" the word of choice just like our avian friends in Nemo...but I swear to you, Little Man B could be a voice double for these feathered fellows. He sounds JUST LIKE THEM. His voice kinda cracks (still too early for that right? I know kids are developing earlier these days....) he cocks his head a little and repeats it over and over again. I kid you not. YouTube it friends....the movie, not my little man.

The cherry on top, he punctuates every lengthy bout of "mine"-gitis with a full declarative statement...."I want it".  What, where did that come from?  That is a full 3 syllables strung together....go ahead, clap it out. Of course to the common outsider, it probably sounds more like "Schmerble merfle do" (which is WAY more than 3 syllables) but to this mama of a future Mensa member, it is most definitely "I want it" and I couldn't be more proud of my very entitled little man....hmmm....we may a bigger problem here. Ah, parenthood....