This sweet little thing has picked up some rather unpleasant language lately.

are the three ugly sentences that come out of this pretty little mouth throughout the day.

She doesn’t get this talk from her older siblings, but from the movies we watch.  Movies like “Home Alone” and “Home Alone 2”  are favorites of ours and they are watched often.  The kids love those movies because they make them laugh — the concept of being left behind in a busy household isn’t too far fetched from their own family life, so it’s quite entertaining.  Unfortunately, the kid in that movie has an older brother who is not very nice.  Not only that, but “Kevin” says some pretty awful things to his family in the heat of the moment.

You would think, okay then…keep her away from the kids’ movies.  Well, do you know where she got the “I hate you” comment from?  Why, our most favorite movie of all time:  “Finding Nemo”   I love that cartoon/movie!  We have watched it about 50 times, I’m sure — but there is that one part where Nemo’s dad embarrasses  him in front of his friends by saying he can’t go to the drop-off…and Nemo says under his breath, “I hate you.”   

When Aria says “hate” she means that she is mad at you, or mad at anything.  If she drops her water bottle she will say, “Oh…I hate that water bottle.”    If I tell her no, she can’t have cookies, she will say, “I hate you, mom.”   When we have to pack it up and leave the park, she will say, “I hate the park!” because she is disappointed that we have to leave when she is having fun.

But she also sings the Barney tune with the word “hate” in it instead of “love”.

I haven’t figured out her reason for changing the words to that song, except to think that maybe she did it once and it got a lot of laughs from her siblings.  That could do it.

One thing is for sure — right now she’s two and all this might be “cute” and “funny”  but I’ve got to nip it in the bud soon. When she’s three it won’t be so cute.  When I say, “Aria…don’t say that.  That’s not nice.”  she says, “Okay, mommy. I sorry! I be good boy!”    and no matter how many times we tell her she’s NOT a boy, she’s a girl…she says, “No I not. I a boy!”

::::: sigh ::::

Two year olds.  You simply gotta love ’em.