Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Story of Er Er.

Ok, one of my favorite phrases my son came up with as he was learning to speak: Er Er. He is most certainly a boy, there is definitely a nature rather than nurture mentality there. Without any obvious prompting, he has found a love of fighting. And my dad, his papa, is one of those people whom children just adore. He is very silly, and willing to do just about anything to get a laugh out of children. So in his silliness, he started "fighting" with Kieran. You know, throwing fake jabs and such. Well, with his jabs he would sort of make this grunting er er sound. I don't know where it came from, it didn't sound out of place or anything, just a random sound effect. But after a few minutes of that, my dad stopped and was talking to my mom, or something - basically not devoting all of his attention to my son. So Kieran starts telling him "Papa, er er. Papa er er." It took us a few minutes to figure out what on Earth he was saying, we only realized it because he was getting into his fighting stance and throwing fake jabs at papa. After that, any sort of fighting became er er. He is three now, (that came about when he was about 18 months) and he still refers to any sort of fighting as er er. He LOVES dinosaurs and when they fight its dinosaur er er. He has started watching teenage mutant ninja turtles, except he refers to them as the er er turtles. It has become pretty common in our house now to refer to fighting as er er, for everyone. Hehe. Even Nana and Papa have replaced fighting with Er Er. Picture the last scene in Jurassic Park (Kieran's favorite movie) where the T-Rex and the raptors start fighting. Think: Dinosaur Er Er.

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