The ED Factor

I've been wanting to write this blog post for months, but for some reason kept putting it off.  It was one of those things that I wanted to share because it was funny, but also because she isn't going to do this forever and I wanted to capture it in writing before she grew out of it and stopped doing it and I completely forgot and wiped from my brain that it ever happened.  There are so many things that Andy did when he was little that I swore I would never forget because they were so amazing and now I can't remember half of them.  The longer I waited to post, the more I kept telling myself it was too late to write, but then the other day I noticed she was still doing it so now was the time.

Amanda has this strange habit of putting ED at the end of a lot of words.  Sometimes they belong there, many times they don't.  It's kind of like a foreigner who is trying to read English, except she is not a foreigner and she has no idea how to read (nor has any desire to because she thinks that I am perfectly willing to read to her for the rest of her life).  The biggest example I can give you is when she says "eat-ED" instead of "ate".  That one is almost understandable because she just doesn't understand how to say ate.  Except I have corrected her numerous times and it is always "I eat-ED it".

There are tons of them.  I wrote them all down at one point and had many examples except I got a new phone this week and right after I reset it to factory settings I remembered I forgot to transfer that list out of my old phone.  Instead of "put" she said "put-ED".  Where did you put your shoes?  I put-ED them on the stairs.  Instead of "sat" she says "sat-ED".  Where did you sit?  I sat-ED at the table.

Although completely wrong, it is cute.  It helps remind me that she is still little and adorable and not always the evil four-yr-old that drives me crazy on a daily basis (I have yet to write my "I Hate 4" post).  In the next year or so she won't be doing it anymore (hopefully) and then she'll start sounding like a big kid and it will be harder and harder to call her my baby.  Which, as of late, I am totally okay with.

For now I just might rewrite that deleted list.