Little Miss Webster.

Oh my Sarah. This kid will crack you up and blow your mind at the same time. At two years and three months she could tell you all 42 US presidents by first and last name just from looking at their faces in a book. She never attended preschool and she taught herself to read English before she started kindergarten. We did read to her a lot and of course she knew the alphabet but we never emphasized phonics knowing she would not be instructed in English at school-not really until grade 2 or so. I should have known that it would not confuse her to acquire English reading skills first.

She has a tendency to create new words that become part of our family's vocabulary.

Example: last night as I closed her bedroom door in the dark after tucking her into bed, I said "look at that pretty luga on your wall" then "close your eyes and go to sleep now."
Luga is a word she created when she was 2. She just started referring to the luga one night.

A luga is a reflection of light that originates from outside your window and becomes that thing on your wall. When it shines through a tree it it projects the leaves and branches onto the wall and becomes animated on a windy night. We know the difference between a moon luga and a street light luga. The luga is very soothing for her.

Sidebar: I remember this phenomenon as a kid sleeping in my grandmothers house. She lived on a busy street corner and my sister and Granny and I would lay in bed and watch them flying and skittering along the top of the walls from the cars that would drive by.

Sarah also has eczema. That means I spend a good deal of time applying creams, lotions, and ointments of all sorts to her skin several times a day. After her shower, she stands on a step stool in the bathroom and I "fix" her up for the night. It ends with her fully pajama-ed with socks covering her hands and feet.

Last night she decided to pen a brand new word. As I was applying all of the things I apply in a bent over position attending to her feet something came over me. Instinctively, I said "Sarah, I am down here...that wasn't nice...gross!"

To that she replied: "Mommy, that was not a f**t, it was an (get ready for this) airblow"

I said, "WHAT!"

She said: "Mommy, I know you think it was a f**t, but it was not, and it did not stink...airblows do not stink." (Mommy disagrees but did not speak it, being in awe and all.)

The funniest part about that little exchange was her matter-of-fact and most scientific tone.

So there you have it. A new word for us. It does sound better than it's synonym. And yes, I am a grown up and should be able to type a word without using replacement asterisks, but I won't. I am not scientific so you also won't find me using the scientific term for f**t. This is my blog and it's not a f**ty blog. It's sweet and fruity, not f**ty. Did I mention I was a grown up?

By the way, spellcheck picked up airblow so maybe it really is a new word! Also, the president thing only lasted about three months. She lost interest and has never to this day repeated it.