The Yellow Blanket, Part One

yellowblanketOne day when Scarlette was just settling into the phase where we could extract meaning from her words and understand her requests fairly well, even if they still needed translating for other people, she asked us for her yellow blanket.

We had no idea what she was talking about. We don’t own a yellow blanket.

We offered her all of her blankets that had yellow on them.

No.

Then we offered her all of her blankets that had colors similar to yellow on them, despite the fact that she clearly knew and had been able to identify her colors for almost a year because, you know, toddlers.

No.

Then we asked her to show us her yellow blanket to which she cried pitifully “No, you get dat yewwow bwanket for me! You get me my yewwow bwanket!”

In a moment of desperation I offered her the blanket off of our bed.

Later I took the laundry out of the dryer and pulled the little comforter that goes on her bed out of the basket.

It is pink. And white. And brown.

It’s not even remotely yellow.

And she buried her face into it, shrieking with glee “MY YEWWOW BWANKET! I FOT I LOST YOU!”

We picked out new bedding for her last week. It’s pink. And light pink.

It’s not yellow.

And when J arrived home she yelled “DADDY! COME WOOK AT MY NEW UDDER YEWWOW BWANKET!”

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  1. Laurie J. says

    Anyone else thinking of Inigo Montoya in “The Princess Bride?”

    “You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means”

  2. says

    Scarlette never fails to make me giggle, as do most toddlers. My son will also call something the wrong name but it’s like that’s just how he’s gotten stuck even though he KNOWS the real name for that item. Whatcha gonna do? Just laugh. That’s all I have left.
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