Harpy Talk

Yesterday’s corner time: 3 Minutes.

Becca now has a limited vocabulary of about 3 words or phrases:

She delivers all of her statements like a screaming harpy – she certainly doesn’t understand the meaning of delicate or restrained.

HIYA – Generally screeched at anything that moves.
AH HA - Generally screeched if anything edible is placed in front of her.
OH OH – Generally screeched if she drops her bear or she sees me coming.
WAAAAAAAARGH! – Generally screeched after I’ve paid her a visit.

Becca reactions have also come along in leaps and bounds – she now has a right jab like a striking cobra.

Yesterday, in a lapse of concentration, I decided that I would give her an affectionate cuddle, unaware that Dad has been conditioning her for months to maim any boy that even attempts a hug or a kiss.

I remember thinking that I wouldn’t make that mistake again as I lay flat on my back, nursing a bloody nose. My ears were ringing but through the fuzz, I could still make out Dad chastising Becca.

“Becca that was terrible. What have I told you about doing that? You should lead with the right, follow up with the left and then give them a swift kick between the legs. Now go on. Do it properly.”

Everything was a bit of a blur after that.

Matthew.