I’ve been trying to teach Caroline her name and age, working towards that day when she wanders off and finds the people who page errant parents in airports around the world. I figure any human with enough patience to spend three hours licking a lollipop down to the cardboard stick can learn her name and age, and her parents' names. Right?? Maybe. Here’s a sample lesson from last night:
Caroline, how old are you?
....I Caroline Boynton.*
That’s your name. How old are you?
....I two.
Can you tell me your name again?
....I Caroline Boynton.
What’s Dada’s name?
....Umm....
Can you say "Will Boynton"?
....Will Boynton.
And what’s Mommie’s name?
....Mommie Boynton!
What’s Mommie’s name?
....Umm...Mommie Caroline Boynton!!
So if you hear "Paging Mommie Caroline" over the intercom, next time you travel, you'll know we too have been by.
* Name changed to favorite kid’s book author of the moment.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
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There is something irresistable (and maddening) about children learning to talk. A person never knows what they will come up with next, even if, once it's said, we recognize that we might have said the same thing once upon a time.
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