Sacha has learned some words in the past few weeks. He’s been saying Mama for a while, now, but add to the mix the following (bearing in mind that he speaks French):
- Caca – poop. As in he may have pooped, he is pooping, has has pooped, we need to change his diaper, Mr. Dash pooped, Mr. Dash’s litter box, Daddy.
- Dada – obvious, no?
- Papa – aka Dada
- Baba – aka Papa aka Dada. May also refer to play dough.
- Nanana – Pineapple (which, in French, is ananas). One of Sacha’s favourite fruits.
Let’s revisit #1 in a real-life context. I am 33 weeks along, and as everyone probably knows, I have wicked pregnancy gas. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I try to let them slip out quietly, but the odour usually gives me away. Picture it: I’m shopping with Sacha in a grocery store when I let one sneak out, all secret-agent style. I don’t say anything. I keep moving, going about my business. Sacha is too smart for me: he points at me and says “CACA!”
Obviously, I try to over it up by saying “Sacha a fait caca?” (Sacha went poop?), but he keeps wagging that little finger in my direction, laughing and spewing “CACA! CACA!”
Damn. I never thought I’d ever be that classy.