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Mental Tilapia

on September 27, 2012

My younger sister has a talent (or lack thereof) for vocabulary.  Words sometimes get jumbled up or she mis-prounounces them.  It’s been pretty funny over the years, and she’s come up with some doozies.  My younger son, whom we’ve joked is her clone anyway, has inherited that same talent.   His grasp on the English language, and on what Spanish he’s learned, is pretty funny.  For example, he keeps yelling “Papel!” at my husband, trying to say “papa” in Spanish.  Papel means paper.  Papa would, quite literally, be Papa, with a slight variation on accent.

A few weeks back I sent him into the house to let the dogs out of their kennel one day after it had rained.  He opened the back door to let them out, and one of them jumped on the door and it smacked him in the head.  He was walking around the garage with his hand across his head.   After he explained what happened he became concerned that he was really hurt and asked me to look at his head.  When he removed his hand, I could see quite the bump growing.  I said “you’re going to be alright, but you have quite a goose egg.”  His eyes flew open wide and he said in awe “Wait!  I’m getting a goose?!?”

Brennan’s most recent language hiccup has probably been one of his more memorable.  Last Saturday night when we were having dinner with some friends, someone made a remark about understanding what someone was thinking.  Next thing we knew, Brennan was telling us he had Mental Tilapia.  This, admittedly, had our little group taken aback for a few minutes.  When we started quizzing him about what he thought he was saying, he finally told us “you know, it’s when you can hear what the people in Russia are thinking.”

I said “Brennan, I think you’re talking about mental telepathy, not tilapia.  Tilapia is a fish.”  to which my husband  very quickly responded that he wondered if AquaMan had Mental Tilapia.

Tilapia.  That’s such an odd word for Brennan to have picked up on and confused.  It’s not an everyday word, and it’s certainly not like we eat a lot of tilapia in our house.  But again, that’s exactly how my sister does it.  She doesn’t realize the word isn’t quite right until we all look at her quizzically.    This whole experience with the mental tilapia now has Brennan thinking that we really all should be able to read his mind, and him ours.  Perhaps that’s from the number of times we’re able to tell what he’s about to do before he does it.   He stands staring at me, with his fingers to his temples, as if he’s willing me to understand what he’s thinking.  He doesn’t realize that moms generally are able to do that anyway.

Maybe there really is something to this mental tilapia thing.  Maybe I’ve been underestimating my abilities.    Maybe I just need to eat more fish.


One response to “Mental Tilapia

  1. It’s nearly impopssible to find experienced people on this subject, however,
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