Jive Talk

Kenzie has taken to calling Eric and I “Mommy-o” and “Daddy-o”.  I’m not sure where she got this from, but it kind of makes her sound like a little hipster.  I’m expecting her to turn into the jive translator from Airplane (“Oh Stewardess! I speak jive”).  If you haven’t seen Airplane, stop reading now and go watch it.  It is only one of the dumbest and funniest movies ever made.  Anyway, I imagine in the future, we may have a conversation like this:

“Hey Mommy-o! This thirst be layin’ me to da’ bone! Jackin’ me up tight.

“I don’t understand, Kenzie.”

“Mommy-o, you gotta dig what I’m puttin’ down.  I be needin’ some moo juice.”

“Oh, you want milk.  Ok, give me just a minute.”

“What it is big mama!  Mama no raise no dummies!”

I think it would be pretty awesome to have a jive talking kid.  I think it would make the explanations for all those disputes between her and her brother more entertaining.  Instead of the usual crying, maybe instead I would get “I was just minding my own business, sitting in my groovy little stash and Hudson took my toy. I solid blew my top.”

I always wanted to raise my children to be bilingual with English and German, but I think English and Jive would be way cooler.