Growing, Not Dying

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Friday, December 17, 2004


I live charades. My daughter will be 2 at the end of next month. Our communication is still somewhat lacking. In other words, she speaks but I'm just not getting it. (It's confusing when 'shoe' and 'juice' sound the same. 'Daddy' and 'Doggie' go hand in hand too. They are differentiated by the panting that follows "doggie.") Poor kid just gives up half the time, grabs my hand, pulls me to where I need to be, and points as she repeats whatever it was I didn't understand in the first place. Then we revert to the 'yes/no' thing. "Oh, are you thirsty?" "mmmm" "Did you want water?" "no" "milk?" "no." "juice?" "mmmm" The last one is always accompanied by the proud smile that a mother might use the first time her kid ties her shoe. Well, yeah for me!


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