Yes. I am writing about my niece again. Ern Ern. Who would have thought, a little baby born with soft palate cleft would be this chatty? I thank God everyday that her surgery went on well and with the rate she’s going, I doubt she would need speech theraphy when she reaches three years old this September.
God pa: Ern Ern, where do you want to go? (In Mandarin)
Ern Ern: Tesco shopping.
God pa: Do you know the way there?
Ern Ern: You are the one driving. You should know the way. (Mandarin: Ni chia che, ni tai lu lah!)
God pa:…… *speechless*
I was having late breakfast with Ern Ern in the kitchen when my mom told me in hokkien, “Boh chui liao!” (Meaning: No water. There’s a water cut)
Ern Ern: No water then how to wash hands?
Mom: Lol! She understands Hokkien also?
Ern Ern: Mei you sui, zhen yang si sou? (Speaking Mandarin to my mom in case she doesn’t understand English.)
Ern Ern: Boh chui liao…. sehhh… sehhh… chiu?
Me: Boh chui liao. An chua seh chiu!
Ern Ern: Boh chui liao, an jua seh chiu?
Me: Good girl!
Ern Ern, the multi-lingual and soon… multi-dialect speaker.
Ern Ern: Mommy! Please scratch my back. Itchy.
Mommy helped to rub her back to avoid abrasion on her soft skin.
Ern Ern: No no. Not like this. I want crabby! (Showed claw with her little fingers)
*She meant claws of a crab. LOL!
Children really say the darnest things!