When he was a tiny baby I would take him out on the porch at my house and we’d watch the big semi trucks go by hauling bottled water from the water company next door. He loved those big trucks. Every time we’d hear one coming I’d say “Here comes a BIG truck !” He’d get so excited.
Then last month when a storm blew down a huge branch onto my driveway Cole came over with his mom and he was amazed at the “big stick !” Nana had lying in front of her garage. I called it a big stick because he likes to pick up the sticks that fall down around the tree line in his yard and throw them over the fence. I don’t think he knows the word “branch” so I used “stick” to help him define the thing.
A few days ago my daughter came over with Cole while D. was here and she said ” Have you heard Cole’s new words ?” I shook my head and she said ” Cole, say “big truck !” and he said “big fuck !” Then she said “Cole, say big stick !” and he said “big dick !”
She is so sorry she did that. Everytime we see her now D. points to me and says “Big Truck !” and I point to him and say “Big Stick !”
Then we grin.
She hates that.