An argument overheard in my house the other day.
“And that color is yellow.” said my husband informatively, pointing to a part of my daughter’s favorite rain boots.
“Lello.” came the response from my almost two year old.
“And that is red.”
“Red!” after parroting colors for him, she wanted to be the one teaching for a moment.
“Whad’at!” she exclaimed. Although she said the words, “What’s that?” she’s not exactly asking him a question, she’s baiting him.
“That?” he asks, turning the boot in his hand to look.
“Sook-ul! (circle!)” she screamed, throwing her hands in the air in a gesture of triumph.
“You’re right.” he nods at her, “That IS a circle. Very good.”
This wasn’t exactly the jubilation and enthusiastic praise she was looking for and she gives him a disgruntled stare. Without even looking at the boot, she points to the designs along the side, which depict ladybugs marching merrily in a little border.
“Whad’at.” she says flatly, it comes out sounding like a challenge.
My husband, blissfully unaware, simply answers what he thought was a question. “Oh that? That’s a ladybug.”
“Buh-fly. (Butterfly)” she corrects him, with a slightly superior air.
“No… no, honey, it’s a ladybug. See all the little ladybugs, they’re following each other around in a circle!” he points at the merry little ladybugs.
“Buh. Fly.” she separates the syllables into two distinct words. She has suddenly become very serious.
“Lady. Bug.” her dad says, in precicely the same tone and manner.
“BUH-FLY!” my daughter shrieks and begins to throw the boots every which way. My poor husband catches one before it hits him in the noggin and begins to show her.
“No honey, this is a ladybug. Don’t you see the spots? See how it’s all red?” still thinking that logic will win this fight.
“Buh-fly.” she responds simply.
“Ok, honey. It’s a butterfly.”
And like that, she won.