Fast forward the following video to 5 mins 43 secs. Michael McIntyre sums it up so well. It’s so true and so funny. The clip is from Live at the Apollo.

Going to playschool for the first time, I did feel like that. It almost felt like my son was communicating very little – but the little girls were sat in the corner doing the Times crossword (and the cryptic one at that). OK, so every child is different. Some grow up faster than others regardless of whether they are a boy or girl. So many things influence their development. It just seems to be the boys following the girls in developing language, and communicating what they want.

Maybe as a mother, you just notice the differences in children. Some kids are more advanced, and that worries you. Some kids are less able, that makes you feel all superior. But all kids are good at some things and worse at others. I really don’t see that there is right and wrong.

Going to playgroup, preschool and then nursery certainly improved my son’s language skills. He quickly progressed from a few words and many tears, to communicating sentences, role playing and becoming an amazingly funny little boy.

It still leaves me with questions though…

Do you have boy/girl twins?

Do you have boys and girls?

Have you noticed a difference between their rates of development?

You start saying something then have to turn it into something trivial, meaningless and instantly forgetable. “Sh….. Shine a light.” “Fu… Four cakes and a currant bun.” Just where did that one come from?

OK, he will learn swear words at school. He already thinks bum is a hilarious word. I just don’t want him picking anything up yet, he might be 2 years old, but he is still my baby. Babies don’t swear.

He dropped his fork at dinner the other day, as it hit the floor, he exclaimed, “Fork off!” He was right, but it sounded dreadful coming out of his mouth. Hubby nearly compounded it by saying, “Don’t worry get another fork and knife”. Knife and fork, knife and fork – note to self – never say fork and knife.

Fiddlesticks is still a rubbish word. It just doesn’t make me feel any better, no matter how loudly I shout it.