Once upon a time, there was a mom who felt badly for her son. He spent his first three years in China, learned two languages, and was suddenly thrust into an environment where people spoke yet a third language.
But as time passes, the child's vocabulary explodes. The mom begins to realize that she no longer hears silence. In fact, on the odd occasion that she hears silence, she wonders if there is something dreadfully wrong. This is how every moment of the day is now spent...
In the car on the way to town...
GG: What name 'dis road?
Mom: Oak Street.
GG: What road?
Mom: Oak Street.
GG: What name 'dis road?
What road?
What name 'dis road?
What road?
What name 'dis road?
Mom: What is the name of the road?
GG: I no know.
LilDude: Oak Street.
GG: Oak Street.
What name 'dis road?
What name 'dis road?
What name 'dis road?
What name 'dis road?
Mom: What IS the name of the road?
GG: [grins] Oak Street.
At dinner:
GG: I want cherries.
I want cherries.
I want cherries.
I want cherries.
I want cherries.
I want cherries.
I want cherries. (...said at least 5 more times. It makes no difference if you say, "I'm getting your cherries." He just wants to hear himself talk!)
[I start dishing out his cherries.]
GG: I want juice in it.
Juice!
I want juice in it.
Juice!
Juice in it!!
Juice!
I want juice in it.
Juice in it!!
[Juice is poured.]
[Grin.]
P.S. This kid is unbelievably smart. He LOVES to play games with the "big kids." He's learned to play Uno and can play it just as fast and easy as the rest of the family. His hands are barely big enough to hold the cards, but he sure knows how to lay them!
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I think people in my office are wondering why I'm laughing so hard over here.
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