Last week, my two-and-a-half-year-old daughter woke up and, upon seeing that her father was not in the bed, asked, “Where Daddy go? He vanished!”

I thought she didn’t just say “vanished,” did she? No, she couldn’t have… And then I remembered: Scooby Doo.

My daughter is obsessed with Scooby Doo. It’s the first thing she asks for in the morning after she wakes, and the last thing she wants before going to sleep.  We’ve gotten into the habit of bringing the laptop into her bed and letting her watch “one more episode” (insert image of my Muffin with a coy smile holding up her pointer finger) before lights out.

Oh, you don’t have to tell me it’s a terrible habit. We know. But she knows the word episode.

Which brings me back to my original point—her vocabulary. Holy crap, her vocabulary. Listening to the verbal explosion this year has been nothing short of amazing. Was it really that long ago that I was tickled to hear her say Mommy? And then I got excited with her two- and three-word sentences. Now she has full on conversations with her dolls, complete with pausing the appropriate wait time for the imagined doll’s reaction.  She is figuring out her prepositions, and it’s just wild.

Throw in far too much Scooby watching, and it makes for interesting language acquisition.

My mother was recently playing with Charlie outside, and my daughter asked her to “stand guard.”

We were driving yesterday, and my husband pointed out a cat. When we told her that the kitty had run into the woods, she responded,“That’s impossible.”

She sat one of her dolls on her bed and said, “Stay right here. I be right back. I gonna get Fred and the girls.”

I was out late teaching a night class, and returned home after she had fallen asleep. The following morning, she scolded me for having “disappeared.”

Just this afternoon, she and my mom were climbing the stairs and something was blocking their way. Muffin’s response: “Uh oh, Nonnie! We trapped!”

The other day she proclaimed more than once, “Scooby is my best friend.”

(*Not a single thing here made up or exaggerated for effect, I swear!)

Honestly, I don’t get the whole Scooby obsession. I personally find the show annoying, but there’s obviously something about Scooby and the gang that’s mesmerizing, as I know of a few children who have had a similar affinity for the cartoon dog, and the show has been tweaked, reinvented and brought back to television several times.

The show keeps her absolutely glued to the TV, so it’s been a nice incentive when I find I’m in need (“No Scooby until you finish your dinner, Honey”), and it can keep her occupied for an hour or more while I try to accomplish things around the house. Judge if you must.

I wonder how long this obsession will last. It can’t be Scooby forever. In the mean time, I’m just enjoying watching and listening to my Muffin try out new words and phrases to match her feisty personality. And I’m also counting the days until she says, “Jinkies, Mom. I think I’m done with these meddling kids!”

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  1. Helene says:

    Oh, we (Melissa and I) can relate on the amazing vocabulary choices. Recently, James informed his father that MOMMY was having a SITUATION with Enzo, the psycho-dog!!!!! Yup, a situation. Amazing :)


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