Henry has recently discovered that nothing is funnier than the nonsense words. And using them constantly, to the exclusion of any other words that might render communication easy or even possible, is the absolute pinnacle of hilarity. In a matter of weeks this child’s every sentence, especially when he’s feeling jovial, is a barrage of whimsical coinages. Wackiest of all is, of course, any neologism that has POOP in it or rhymes with POOP or, hell, just is POOP—okay, so it’s not a new word, but it’s POOP, people! It’s comedy gold!
So: Hey, Henry, what do you want for lunch? “Poop shloopy! Poopy shloopers! I want BLOOT SMOOT with POOP!” Very good. Want to go to the park? “No, I will BOOFA to the POOF. I want to SPOOF to the LOOFA. And MEPAP. Luffa spuffa. Borf!” And oh, how we laugh. Truly, he is a gifted comedian.
Although this can get old real fast, it can also come in handy, like when we went to the doctor again today because the rash went away but then it came back and I’m trying not to think about bedbugs please god don’t let it be that. We were ushered from the waiting room, with its toys and books and overall fun-time atmosphere, into a cold and dull exam room, where we waited for approximately twelve hours, and yet Henry managed to entertain himself the entire time with his wordplay.
Between his fits of verbal tomfoolery he quizzed me on what exactly was happening. Here he was, stripped down to his altogether, waiting on a paper-covered bench for—what, exactly? “What’s the doctor gonna do?” he demanded to know.
“She’s going to look at your rash and say, ‘What a beautiful boy,’” I said. Not adding, “Except for that grotesque rash covering your arms and legs.”
So when the doctor came in, he gave her a minute to look him over and then he commanded, “Say ‘What a beautiful boy.’” Which she did, because she’s no fool, and he beamed and said, “Now say, ‘What a poopy fooper! SAY IT.”
Then the doctor handed me the name of a dermatologist while I begged her to tell me it wasn’t bedbugs and Henry held his hands to his ears and shouted “I can hear me in my head!” He may be suffering, but still he entertains.
ALSO: You may notice that I now have Google ads on my site. I said I would never do it, and then I did it. According to Google, so far I've made $0.00. So please--won't you click? I want those half-pennies to start coming my way! And you want me to post more, don't you? Don't you? Hello? Anyone?
Mepap? Have you been reading him "Endgame" too much? Nothing entertains toddlers and preschoolers more than the sound of their own voice.
Nothing makes me want to click on a google ad more than the promise of "Bites and Stings Online"!!!
Posted by: wenslydale | April 05, 2005 at 11:34 AM
you are doing something very right with that kid.
Posted by: dawnkeyotie | April 05, 2005 at 11:36 AM
Uh...I would be the first to click your lovely Google ads, since I love your blog, but I'm currently not in need of a "Women's Treatment Program" nor am I desiring to "Find Local Offenders Free".
Posted by: Goofy Girl | April 05, 2005 at 11:39 AM
Maybe some of the local offenders are nice. CLICK IT.
Posted by: Alice | April 05, 2005 at 11:40 AM
Re: nonsense words. Um . . . your blog name is FINSLIPPY.
Just pointing that out.
Off to click it before I'm yelled at again.
Posted by: Linda | April 05, 2005 at 11:48 AM
Google gets very offended if you encourage people to click your ads. I was running a "Feed My Husband Something Besides Condiments" campaign and they sent me a snippy email. Boo.
But I clicked anyway. Clickity click.
Posted by: Erin H. | April 05, 2005 at 12:08 PM
Oh, yes, we want you to post more! Please post more - you whore. Oh, there's the door!
(see I can do it too! Sorry for calling you a whore. I don't mean it. SNORE)
Posted by: Em | April 05, 2005 at 12:11 PM
I just had to point out the "loofa" is indeed a word. Sorry. The rest, complete nonsense. That Henry.
I'll click on your Google ads if you come over and click on mine, but let me tell you...they don't send you any money unless you get over $100 worth of clicks in the monthly period. I've never done it, but then again, I doubt my readership is as copious as your's. Non-Reading, No-Clicking Bastards!!!
And, for those of you who don't know, you don't have to actually go through the agony of clicking all the way into the advertisement, you can just click on it and then hit your "back" button to get back to the yummy deliciousness that is Finslippy and her rash-covered bundle of silliness.
Off to click for you!
Posted by: ChickenFlicken | April 05, 2005 at 12:24 PM
I have CLICKED. Let it not be known that I do not support Henry's tuition. I don't suppose there's a commission involved.......
Posted by: Bob | April 05, 2005 at 12:47 PM
I had bedbug bites from an ill-fated Czech hostel visit. They are not nearly as transient as, say, hives...it took a good week for them to fade. If that helps.
Posted by: spygeek | April 05, 2005 at 12:56 PM
Poop! That one always gets me...
Sure, I'll click on the ad to prevent pornography from coming into my home...wonder why that one popped up?
Posted by: Super Turtle Girl | April 05, 2005 at 03:08 PM
I clicked on an ad about bugs for you. That is the proof of my love for all things finslippy. Please stay!
Posted by: reenie | April 05, 2005 at 04:04 PM
I laughed aloud at "I can hear me in my head!" Little kids are such a hoot! I can still remember my phase of addiction to made up words. Mine were outrageously elaborate and silly, and my best friend and I thought we'd invent a new language. It didn't get much past two or three giggle-packed utterances, but it was good fun while it lasted.
Posted by: Fahrvergnugen | April 05, 2005 at 04:21 PM
Ahhhh! You're site has changed colors, or they're bugs eating the cones in rods in the back of my eyes causing my color scheme useless!
Wait, so Did the doctor say, "What a poopy fooper"? Because, if she didn't, I believe its medical policy that you don't have to pay them, ever.
Posted by: Paul Buffa | April 05, 2005 at 05:46 PM
Well, heck, I guess you've gotta pay to get rid of the rash.
So I am going to click. But this is the ONLY time, because you NEVER DO ANYTHING FOR ME.
Ever.
Poopy.
Posted by: Soper | April 05, 2005 at 06:01 PM
My oldest sprouty who is 3.58 years old rather enjoys speaking in a vernacular he picked up from a SpoungeBob SquarePants episode. Where every other word is prefaced with a pfffffft sound. It pfffftsounds like pffftthis when pffftyou say pffffftit out pfffftloud. ( I must admit that I am guilty of encouraging such tom foolery, any opportunity to make flatulent sounds can not be passed up) boys will be boys, until they grow up and become really big boys.
Posted by: DEPjrTX | April 05, 2005 at 06:27 PM
The New Yorker had quite an informative article about bedbugs recently. I thought it was just something our moms said back in the day when they tucked us in, but apparently when they said "Don't let the bedbugs bite!" it was a warning, not a tender parting. Click. Anne at www.tinykingdom.typepad.com
Posted by: Anne Glamore | April 05, 2005 at 06:33 PM
Holy Moly a revamped template! I haven't even read the latest post yet.
Posted by: Sheryl | April 05, 2005 at 07:08 PM
What exactly are the Star Wars action figures doing in that photograph? More tedious discussions of trade policy?
I just read that New Yorker article last night. Ouch!
Posted by: landismom | April 05, 2005 at 07:20 PM
I got the Watkins Canadian Catalog. They can't spell but the products are pretty cool. Do you get extra if you buy something?
Mont D. Law
Posted by: montdlaw | April 05, 2005 at 09:16 PM
I clicked on ad for bug resistant clothing. Thank god it wasn't for bug resistant underwear or I would feel compelled to go my, you know. Maybe they should market it to people who get crabs a lot.
What are bed bugs? Besides crabs? Or head lice? Or fleas?
Posted by: Lisa V | April 05, 2005 at 10:01 PM
Oh how I miss the days of rhyming and poop being the most amusing thing ever. Only children are comedic like that. Children with siblings can make a lifelong game out of a single phrase. Like, say, "SMELL MY BUTT!" Oh, the hilarity.
Tell Henry that he is indeed a beautiful boy and also that he should not succumb to pressure--peer or otherwise--to sniff others' potentially gaseous body parts.
Posted by: Mir | April 05, 2005 at 11:36 PM
Spoogy, woogy, poofy shmoofy poop
Snorp!!
I clicked a coupla times--hope it helps....
Posted by: Effie | April 06, 2005 at 10:40 AM
Alice, I clicked and was exposed to what can only be called cable quality animal p*rn.
See for yourself. A really happy customer.
Posted by: MelissaS | April 06, 2005 at 10:58 AM
Firefox for the Mac disappears the ads entirely. Ordinarily, that would be a good thing, but in this case, we're talking about money that could be going directly to George Lucas. So please, readers, switch back to Explorer and do your part to keep the taxation of trade routes to outlying star systems evenly distributed.
Posted by: Scott | April 06, 2005 at 12:48 PM
I read this post aloud to a friend over the phone, and we both ended up in stitches. It also spawned an interesting idea...blogs on tape?!?!?!
Posted by: Heather R. | April 06, 2005 at 01:09 PM
LOL..poopy fooper. Clicking right now..
Posted by: kat | April 06, 2005 at 02:03 PM
I am looking so very forward to teaching my brand new niece about poopy foofers. (Actually, she'll probably think it's related to the cat, because he foofs his tail and ... well, anyway.)
Have you exposed Henry to ubby dubby language (from Zoom) yet? Or even Mushmouth from Fat Albert? THABAT'S gonba beba funba.
Clickity clickity clop. Write some more -- a lot!
Posted by: grandefille | April 06, 2005 at 02:29 PM
What a hoot! My resident hellions provided buckets of entertainment just this morning in the same vein. Here's what I heard:
"He needs some flooky! Give the dinosaur some flooky!"
"Okay, here's your flooky, flook."
Dying of curiosity, I inquired as to what "flooky" was.
"Dinosaur food," they told me.
Proving that my curiosity (and stupidity) know no bounds, I asked what "flooky" was made up of.
"Giraffe stinkers," they answered smirkingly.
I shouldn't have gone there--but I couldn't resist.
I figure I'm allotted at least a dozen stupid questions a day, so it was okay in my book.
Flooky, flook.
Posted by: Planet Mom | April 06, 2005 at 02:41 PM
I clicked. But only because I happen to be FOR Fair Trade for Africa. If it was one of those creepy buggy links you would've been on your own.
Althoug I am not entirely certain you people should be allowed to buy any more Lucasian merchandise. What is R2D2 doing? Breaking their little plastic legs?
Posted by: Julia S | April 06, 2005 at 03:21 PM
Quit posting so much.
Posted by: Mrs. Kennedy | April 06, 2005 at 03:38 PM
I think I love this site more every time I read it.
Posted by: victoria | April 06, 2005 at 08:05 PM
i absolutely love funny t-shirts! CLICKITY CLICK!
Posted by: squara | April 07, 2005 at 11:34 AM
I only get public service ads. Do those work for the total, I wonder?
Posted by: Zach | April 07, 2005 at 12:38 PM
I think if my son wasn't asleep I would still be cracking up about the "now say what a poopy flooper! SAY IT!" comment.
hee hee hee hee. I can't wait until my son starts talking. I clicked too, by the way.
Posted by: Michele | April 07, 2005 at 04:25 PM
no one clicks on anyone's google ads and i think that we should click on one another's google ads because that would just be smart. i am going to click on ours and when i am done you will be precisely 1/100th of a penny richer. the house in the hills with a swimming pool and man servant are yours for the asking. after i click. not before. wait til after i click bercause otherwise your financing will fall through.
Posted by: honestyrain | April 07, 2005 at 07:13 PM
Clickity, click, click, click. I liked the Baby Carrier ads. I might order the sheepskin, natural wool sleeper. Ya never know when you might need it in Texas.
Your new pic is adorable. What a cutie!
I have earned a total of $2.11 from my google ads....since January. Go, google.
Posted by: jody2ms | April 07, 2005 at 07:43 PM
I will click. Just because it's you.
Nonsense words are fun and are not reserved only for toddlers. I came up with vant all on my own. I had meant to say vent and rant and it came out that way. I like it.
I also like to shout out BIRD! or SQUIRREL! Whenever I see a bird or a squirrel (just in case you thought it was just random words. Because that would be crazy). drives my roommate nuts. It's fun. And I'm 38.
Posted by: DM | April 07, 2005 at 08:00 PM
I like "I can hear me in my head". That cracked me up.
Posted by: Never Mind | April 08, 2005 at 10:07 AM
Hey Alice, I found your next birthday present by clicking on one of your Google ads! Don't click on the following link if you want it to be a surprise....
http://www.choiceshirts.com/item/c1/road+tough_t-shirts/k/A3320E/
Posted by: S-Way | April 08, 2005 at 12:11 PM
click. &click. wow, crazy frog ringtones. actually there are ads for those all over the tee-vee &radio here at the moment &it makes me want to scream. somehow i spot a flaw in my clicking plan.
Posted by: hannah | April 08, 2005 at 12:49 PM
i am SOOO with you on this one. i have a 3 y/o daughter who is all about the nonsense words right now. she'll grab a piece of paper, fold it in half and call it her singing book. she then proceeds to stand on her step stool and sing 'songs' out of it, which are strings of random words/sounds that are only being uttered on earth for the first time, set to music.
Posted by: elaine | April 08, 2005 at 01:25 PM
I think "Poop Shloopy" may also be one of them Seuss books or I think it may have been a song in The Music Man.
Posted by: The Macek Collective | April 08, 2005 at 07:18 PM
Snorp?
Posted by: Heather R. | April 08, 2005 at 08:16 PM
wow, your stuff is funny, considering its about your son. Good Luck with everything!
Posted by: rhea | April 18, 2005 at 09:36 AM
I clicked, I swear!
Posted by: Wow Gold | September 16, 2005 at 03:14 AM