freaking me out

I don’t think it’s a development milestone that anyone really tracks, but Clementine last night used the phrase “freaks me out” absolutely flawlessly, which I think has to be pretty advanced, right?

We were just finishing up with her bath, and I pulled the plug to let the water out before reaching down and grabbing her out of the tub. (I usually do it the other way around – taking her out, and then pulling the plug.) So, I pulled the plug and she said, “No, don’t do that.” I asked, “Why?” and she responded, “Because it freaks me out!”

I’m not sure where she picked it up. It was kind of frightening.

OK, there was going to be a long post tonight about the death house escapee on the loose in Ypsilanti, but I’m overwhelmed by fatigue after yet another marathon session of the Ypsi 2020 Task Force… Check back tomorrow.

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14 Comments

  1. Steph
    Posted September 5, 2007 at 8:59 am | Permalink

    Being your daughter, I would guess she’s been freaked out since day one.

  2. egpenet
    Posted September 5, 2007 at 9:21 am | Permalink

    As a kid, I could imagine …

    … being sucked down the drain
    … getting sliced up betweeen the treads of an escalator
    … being crushed as an elevator door closed
    … trapped in a coal bin
    … stepping on sidewalk cracks, made me wary of tiles and mosaic floors

    … Clementine probably has a whole list of things she avoids like the plague.

  3. Larry
    Posted September 5, 2007 at 9:35 am | Permalink

    Coal bin? How old are you, Ed?

  4. Steve Love
    Posted September 5, 2007 at 9:37 am | Permalink

    I was absolutely horrified of the cotton gin.

  5. egpenet
    Posted September 5, 2007 at 11:44 am | Permalink

    Larry …

    Are you familiar with The Highlander TV series?

  6. Thoreau
    Posted September 5, 2007 at 3:23 pm | Permalink

    How old is anyone? zabasearch dot com

  7. Posted September 5, 2007 at 7:04 pm | Permalink

    When Noah built his ark and all the animals came out of the woods, I was really, really freaked out.

  8. egpenet
    Posted September 5, 2007 at 7:20 pm | Permalink

    Then, there was …

    … eating “turkey off a pig” so my uncle would say
    … finding out that the easter bunny chocolate figure was hollow
    … seeing a different santa at Jacobsen’s after visitng who I thought was the “real” one at Hudson’s downtown
    … it never stoppped!

    Yikes!

  9. edweird
    Posted September 5, 2007 at 9:05 pm | Permalink

    I’m not gonna lie. That Noah comment freaked me out.

    Explain “Turkey off a pig” please?

  10. mark
    Posted September 5, 2007 at 9:20 pm | Permalink

    When Ed was young, pigs still produced turkey flesh. It’s a little known chapter of our planet’s evolutionary history. Horse legs used to be made out of snake meat too.

  11. mark
    Posted September 5, 2007 at 9:21 pm | Permalink

    No comments about the death house escapee in Ypsilanti? I can’t believe you people.

  12. Ol' E Cross
    Posted September 5, 2007 at 10:32 pm | Permalink

    This reminds me of an event I’d almost forgotten.

    It was our wedding anniversary and my daughter was about two. We’d explained to her the commemortive importance of the day and I was tucking her into bed at night.

    “Daddy,” she said.
    “Yes pumkin.”
    “Are you going to sleep with momma tonight”?
    “Yes snookums.”
    “Daddy … Daddy … Get your freak on.”
    “I will, chipmunk, I will.”

  13. egpenet
    Posted September 6, 2007 at 12:17 am | Permalink

    OEC, savor those moments …

    To a kid, ‘turkey off a pig’ was freakie … it was just pork tenderloin or pork roast … but who knew? My uncloe waqs into scaring kids.

    That reminds me of another post … somewhere here … it it clear to me that people have been abusing kids for eons with scary and freaky stories to make kids afraid of their own shadows.

    Bothers Grimm collected such … Dutch Santa Claus was a nasty bastard with black slaves …

    I’d be on Ritalin, too, if I believed that all adults were out to fuck with my head.

  14. bad mama potty mouth
    Posted September 6, 2007 at 11:21 am | Permalink

    When my daughter was 3, we were driving down the road and she was in the back seat playing with a newly bought toy. About 10 minutes from the store, the head came off, and my little miss said:
    “WTF?! The head came off!” But she said the WORDS. And with the perfect tone of voice that you’d expect: annoyance and disgust.
    My husband looked at me and said: “That’s YOU.”
    Yup.

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