In an attempt to up the morbidity level of this blog, I feel it is my duty to inform you that Jack Again, our latest attempt at pet ownership, has very little time left on this earth.
Magoo’s linguistical skills are growing and with them, his obsessive compulsive behaviors. He. Must. Act. Out. The. Words. As. He. Says. Them. He must. He will. He shall.
When he says:
Gick: he must kick something.
Dat: he must go to Dad or grab whatever “dat” he is pointing to.
Jeez: he must eat some cheese or say a silent prayer to the Savior, whose picture he is pointing at.
Deeks: he must get a reply of “you’re welcome.”
Engh-engh-engh-engh: he must repetitively whine this syllable until I lose my ever-living mind.
Now his latest word is “shish,” which means in any language “little fishy”. Magoo loves the shish. He adores the shish. He wants to clutch the shish from its watery enclosure, squeeze it lovingly until its eyeballs pop out, throw it on the floor and march off in search of more Jeez. He’s very hungry and also religious.
Now that he’s learned to climb up on a chair, he is frequently seen pushing one around the house, in search of prey. Nothing is really safe unless locked away. And what’s the point of having a shish if it’s locked away so no one can see it?
I’m afraid for you, little shish. You are still so small and have so much potential for… um… swimming and such.
Peter says
Does he “love it and pet it and call it George”?
Heather from One Woman's World says
Can I please come to your house and hug your kid?
EmLouisa says
Poor, poor fish. He doesn’t even know what he’s in for. In this case though, ignorance is most likely bliss.
And I’m impressed with Magoo’s wordage. My kid says, Dora, Blue and Map. Yeah. Apparently we watch a little too much Nick Jr. around here.
Cmommy says
Um, for a small moment I thought “shish” was a *bad* word–although, I know you do NOT use that sort of language–so, I’m happy that it means “fish” but I’m sure the fish is not! C
Melessa says
My son liked to feed our little ‘shishies,’ and at Easter, he thought he would share some chocolate with them. And now we don’t have them anymore. And everytime he spots an aquarium at someone’s house even now, he solemnly tells the homeowner that “fish can’t eat chocolate, it makes them die.”
Margaret says
Oh that we all were more frequently hungry, and religious.
Tess says
here’s hoping he doesn’t gick over the chair and knock the shish onto the floor for you to find with your lovely toes. in the morning.
Amanda says
Hi!
I just found your site the other day, came from Thorougly Mormon Millie. I loved your shish story. Unfortunatley our shish died, in fact we used to shish sit (say that 10 times fast lol) when my friend was out of town, but we managed to kill her shish once while she was gone (not to mention the miniature rose bush I killed while she was gone for 6 weeks). Needeless to say, I don’t get to watch her kids very often ;).
momofalltrades says
I think Magoo and J must have had a talk when we were yakking over the fried oysters. She says Deeks for thanks too! Poor little fishy, they just don’t make them durable enough for toddlers, do they?
Jeana says
So the cheddar flavored Pepperidge Farm treats would be…Jeez-shish, of course.
Aunt Murry says
ok, so the post made me laugh but the comments made my sides hurt!
Susan says
You have reminded me of one of my FAVORITE Queer Eye moments, where Carson intones, “Praise cheeses!”
And Jeana made me laugh, with the Jeez-shish.
momof3busyboys says
Love your post! I love it when little ones start to “talk”. It really is cute and amazing. I feel sorry for the ‘shish’.
Mama Darlin' says
In the immortal words of Darla from Finding Nemo, “Fishy, why are you sleeeeping?!?”
Kristine says
Very cute. It makes me think of my little guy and his vocabulary! I love the Jeez-shish conglomeration too!
The Wiz says
He’s very hungry and also religious. Sooo funny! My nephew could say ‘apple juice’ and ‘baby Jesus’. He sometimes confused them and would ask for some ‘apple Jesus’.
Carrien says
snort! “very hungry and religous”.
Bye-bye fishy
Mommy off the Record says
LOL. My favorite one is jeez. Can I have some jeez and crackers? So cute!
Rhythmless says
What a talker Magoo is! I think I prefer that stage of talking where what he says can be “loosely interpreted”. When my 3 year old bursts out with “And Jesus was his NAME-OH!” among the more pious crowds, I can’t cover and say “Oh, that’s how he says cheese!” anymore. I think Magoo is a good two months younger than mine and the only thing she says with perfect clarity is “No” with seven different intonations.
Nettie says
Thank goodness mine hasn’t found the shishies (they’re on a bookcase is her sister’s room). But, I’m sure it’ll happen soon.
I love the Jeez Shish!
HolyMama! says
oh dear. you’re right. that shish might not be around long…
but oh, the cutie and his adorable vocabulary!
Caryn says
Awww. Poor shish. At least it will have had a nice life–while it lasted.