I had NO idea this would come out of her mouth at such an early age, but (I”m ashamed to admit it) I only have myself to blame.
I”m the one who repeatedly said it in front of her. I said it when I was exasperated, mad, confused — any little event was an excuse for it to fly out of my mouth! My father-in-law heard me once and warned that the Little Lady was going to pick it up. Foolishly, I laughed his comment off. I wish I”d realized her tiny ears really were paying attention.
Now, I can”t get her to stop — the Little Lady says it ALL TIME! We even had an episode of her obscenity yesterday in church. In CHURCH! I was so embarrassed. But, when she saw her Cheerios all over the speckled white and gray linoleum floor, she just couldn”t stop saying it, her squeaky voice getting louder and louder each time:
“Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!“
Yes, “our” new favorite word is “uh-oh,” and I regret that I ever used that word in front of her. (Sigh) At first it was cute, watching her little rose-bud mouth contorting to mimic our older, fuller lips as we tried to show her how to say it.
“UH-OH. See Mommy do it? online casino spielautomaten UH-OH. Can you say it? UH-OH.”
Now, she has Uh-Oh OCD. If she voices it once, you can bet she”ll repeat it at least 20 times before she”s fully satisfied. Even now, as I type this, she”s saying it over and over because I tossed a pen on the desk. She thinks it fell. I”ve told her “No, it”s ok. It didn”t fall — Mommy put it there. Mommy wants it there.”
“Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!”
She doesn”t believe me.
The uh-oh phase is driving me NUTS! Over and Over and Over and Over, it trickles out of her mouth, bouncing off of toys, off the table, off the computer and into my brain.
“Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Uh-oh!”
Mommy sooooooo needs a Dr. Pepper.
