There are few words in the English language that I just can’t stand. Very few. In fact, there are only three that come to mind, one of which is ointment. Yuck. Even when typed it looks disgusting. It’s just a gross word and I avoid it at all costs, preferring cream, gel or even salve. The Professor knows about these three words and will occasionally gleefully string them into one powerfully disgusting sentence. Thanks.
Sabine gets pretty bad diaper rash after sleeping all night in the same diaper. I’ve tried all kinds of natural products and treatments and none of them really keep it at bay. Instead, we use a little A&D salve before bed each night and it keeps the rash in check. If we skip a few nights it flares up again.
Sabine, the quick whippersnapper that she is, picked up on the fact that a bit of A&D before bed means that she is more comfortable because she recently started pointing wildly at her tooshie each night after bath. I would hold up the tube and ask, “Do you need medicine?” and she would say “yes.”
A few nights later she started to specifically request “medicine” instead of just pointing. I was proud of her knowing this word! What a great word: medicine!
One night the Professor was dressing her after bath and she requested “medicine.”
“You mean……. ointment? Can you say OINTMENT?”
Oh hell no. He so is not going to teach her that word. She so can’t handle that word. She was speech delayed so surely she can’t handle a word as gross and complex as “ointment!?”
And then I hear clear as a bell, in a sweet tiny Sabine voice, “OINTMENT!” And the Professor erupts in laughter and cheering.
Every night since she exclaims with great pride, “OINTMENT!” while getting dressed and I laugh because even a word as disturbing as ointment sounds a little less gnarly when coming from such an adorable little kid. Even if it is accompanied by her pointing to her tooshie!