Sunday, August 12, 2007

C Is For Cookie

Ahhh, dinner time. A time of conversation, family time, talking about the day, telling jokes, learning manners, and singing the occasional song. That is a picture of what dinner time at our house is like. Throw in some good food and wola! It is one of the best times of the day.

Over the past several months we have been talking and learning about letters; what they look like and the sounds they make. I have been trying to get Ewan ready for Kindergarten next year and of course Isaac is never too far away and as a result has learned some letters too.

One of the first letters the boys learned was the letter "C" from this cookie monster song:
C is for cookie, it's good enough for me
C is for cookie, it's good enough for me
C is for cookie, it's good enough for me
OHHHHH cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C!

A classic, right?

Well, tonight at dinner Isaac decided to put his own spin on the song. Personally I was impressed with his letter and song skills as he put this diddy together:

P is for poo-poo, it's good enough for me
P is for poo-poo, it's good enough for me
P is for poo-poo, it's good enough for me....

Jon, of course, interjects and corrects Isaac for singing and talking about poo-poo at the dinner table--like any mature parent would do. Me, on the other hand, was laughing into my hands and wondering if in that particular instance it was a correctable offense. Shouldn't we be impressed and praising him that he figured out that poo-poo DOES in fact, start with "P" AND that he figured out how to make it fit into the "C is for Cookie" tune?

Well, perhaps it is good not to get into the habit of singing "P is for poo-poo" at the dinner table but I am still impressed that he figured that one out on his own.


Anonymous said...

Go Isaac! I'm very impressed, and quite tickled. He will love that story when he is grown. ;-)

Your dinner table sounds so nice. I always feel so tired by that time of day, and spend much of the meal trying to persuade my excellent-at-dawdling three-year-old to actually EAT her food rather than just push it around on her plate, or talk, or need a new fork...or she and Caleb will devise a spur of the moment game--like "let's shake our heads really really fast" or "let's say 'lalalalala' together!" And the proud parents can't help but smile as the kiddos get along and laugh out loud--they are totally happy, but then, the food is still on the plate. sigh. Maybe you're right--good food thrown in (and swallowed) is icing on the cake and the real value is found in the "lalalala" and "P is for poo poo" moments... :-)

Speaking of dinner, off to sweep chicken pieces and peas out from under the high chair! love, monica

Sharon M said...

My response was similar to yours Amelia -- I laughed and laughed when I read that! What a clever little guy.

amelia said...


Those moments happen too, believe me! We finally let the boys start picking their own utensils at breakfast because they were convinced they needed something different than what we picked for them. It is hard to stop some fun game the boys invent together--we have played the "shake our heads together really fast" game too! Maybe it is universal...

Dinner eating used to be more of a battle but we cut out afternoon snacks and now the table is quiet for a few minutes while they are actually eating (scarfing). Ewan still needs a little more cajoling but after we said "see ya" to the snacks in the afternoon he eats MUCH better and has actually started eating some new foods! Go figure!!!!

parkerivcf said...

I would just like to defend myself slightly by saying, "I, too, was very impressed with my son's language abilities but SOMEBODY has to keep the "poo-poo talk" from spinning out of control because, let me tell ya', if both parents started laughing uproariously (as, of course, I wanted to) not only would we have had ONE little guy figuring out what poo-poo jokes make mommy laugh but TWO lttle guys! And not just that ONE night but for MANY nights thereafter. My boys, like their father, like nothing better in the world to do than to make their mommy laugh. =)

Anonymous said...

Yes, it's hard to be the non-laughing parent sometimes. Though in my house, the roles may have reversed. I told Curtis the story about Isaac's dinner song, and then I heard a bit of "p is for poo poo" while Curt was changing a diaper today. :0 !!

The Herd said...

That is absolutely hilarious! I go along with you Amelia when you said we should be proud of the spelling/phonics skills! But way to go Jon for keeping his laughter inside(b/c we all know he WAS laughing inside!) and teaching manners! Still laughing over here!!

Jamie said...

Wow! I just don't even know where to start on this one! This must be in the Parker genes-the obsession with poop! I don't think you're going to 'teach' your way out of this one. I'm with Amelia--laugh it up--because this is just the beginning. :) Out of all the letters and all the objects in his known world-he picks poop! You just have to laugh at the genius of that!