The Linguist

Peter is creating his own language.

He started by using one word that I couldn't understand whenever he was really frustrated with me. Here is a typical exchange:

Me: Peter, it's time to take a nap.
P: No, it is not time for a nap.
Me: Yup, you're a tired boy. It's time for a nap.
P: No, it is not. It is time for puhmuhnana.
Me: What?
P: It is time for puhmuhnana.

We think this word derives from the word permanently, which is in one of the songs he regularly requests at bedtime. But we're not really sure. Lucky for us, he's started including translations. This is what he told us last night at dinner:

P: (After a string of his language) That means the missionaries will preach the gospel.

Wow. This is a profound language he's creating.

On a side note, this is the bedtime song he requests. He usually sings along. I loved this song as a kid and when I found it in board book form, I bought it. It has been well used.