Defining Mordecai
Recently Mordecai started to create his own personal language. He updates me regularly on the progress.
“Mama, do you know what a shoobie is?”
Obviously I don’t, so he is kind enough to educate me.
“Ok,” he says clucking his tongue and rolling his eyes to the sky as though deep in thought. “First you get a book like my book and then you turn it on and then you turn it off. Then you get anoda book like mine and then you turn it on and then you turn it off. Then you get anoda book like mine and then you turn it on and then you hold it. And then you just let it go, aaaaaaaaaaaaand maybe you have pizza and then you get a pretend Choco (motioning to his brother) and do that and then you get a Mama thing and then you just stop.” Here he usually exhales dramatically as if he has just done some heavy lifting.
He is always quite proud of himself once he has finished his latest definition. And even though I’m still not sure what a shoobie is, or any of the other words his maniac little mind creates, I am quite impressed nonetheless.
“Mama, do you know what a shoobie is?”
Obviously I don’t, so he is kind enough to educate me.
“Ok,” he says clucking his tongue and rolling his eyes to the sky as though deep in thought. “First you get a book like my book and then you turn it on and then you turn it off. Then you get anoda book like mine and then you turn it on and then you turn it off. Then you get anoda book like mine and then you turn it on and then you hold it. And then you just let it go, aaaaaaaaaaaaand maybe you have pizza and then you get a pretend Choco (motioning to his brother) and do that and then you get a Mama thing and then you just stop.” Here he usually exhales dramatically as if he has just done some heavy lifting.
He is always quite proud of himself once he has finished his latest definition. And even though I’m still not sure what a shoobie is, or any of the other words his maniac little mind creates, I am quite impressed nonetheless.
