Mumford has started parroting words he hears out in the world. Lately he’s been interacting with a toy that says the name of an animal and then makes the sound that the animal makes: “Dog. Dog says ‘Woof! Woof!’”
Can you see where this is heading already?
One of the animals is a rooster and the rooster says “Cock A Doodle Doo.” Yeah, he’s started shortening what the rooster says and he says it loudly and repeatedly.
We were at the In-N-Out drive-thru windown when he started up with this newest trick. What does a parent do? He isn’t saying many words and we want to encourage his speaking and we don’t want to make the word enticingly taboo. To help restore our dignity as parents, Shannon started saying “Yeah! The rooster says “Cock A Doodle Doo” to give his shouting some context.
Later that night we were at Disneyland in the bathroom at the changing table and he starts up again. I will repeat, we are at DISNEYLAND surrounded by parents and kids and our son is shouting, with conviction, the shortened version of “Cock A Doodle Doo.” Once again, my quick –thinking wife tries to give the word some context but she has an extra stroke of brilliance and she changes the pronunciation. She tell him, “Yeah, the rooster says “COKE A Doodle Doo” and because he’s parroting and he’s interested in saying the word exactly like we do, he starts shouting “Coke.”
The moral of this story is that it’s better to be the fat parents whose kid shouts “Coke!” than to be the lesbian parents whose kid shouts “C*ck!”