Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Og

Og. Og. Goof. Og.

Not so long ago, I was staring at some other toddler babbling baby talk in disbelief whilst the toddler's mom tells me, "Oh! [ ___ ] just said that the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain! He also confirmed that Jupiter is the fifth planet from the Sun and its mass is 318 times that of Earth! So clever!"

Well. I could have sworn that all I heard was ig. goo. gaaaa. ba baba. Maybe it's the voices in your head that you're hearing, sweetie.

Now it's my turn to interpret the wise babblings of my own toddler. What on earth is Og. Goof. Og? While my ears tell me it is what it is, my maternal instincts say that he is probably predicting that our next General Elections will be held soon, and the PAP is going to win by a landslide. Not exactly rocket surgery to figure that out, but I can't fault him on logic. His grammar is a little off, but what can I expect. After all, Einstein had speech defects too.

Part of me knows that, since he said it whilst staring and pointing at the neighbour's German Shepherd, he was probably trying to say "DOG. WOOF. DOG." But there must be a deeper meaning. Come on.

6 comments:

  1. Anonymous5:39 PM

    Hallelujah! He speaks! Don't worry, you will soon realise that you have an untapped talent in interpreting gobbledygook of offsprings.

    He remains cute as a button!

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