Sally had a question for me at the dinner table a couple weeks ago. It was: “Mom, are you going to be something when you get a little older? Like when you’re thirty-one or something?” Dick tried to tell her I was a mommy; Sally said, “but she just stays at home all day.” Out of the mouth of babes, I tell you.
Susan used to be overly-honest, by which I mean that she admitted to every wrongdoing, including some I’m not so sure she was responsible for. Recently, though, and unfortunately, she has learned to be more creative with the truth. The other day I asked her who opened the bag of marshmallows, and she said, “Sall–” (remembers Sally is still at school) “Spot did it.”
Spot’s a little more advanced communication-wise than her sisters were at 14 months. She can say almost anything in a special morse-code-type system of grunts. She understands my answering grunts, too. Oh, and we nod our heads and smile. Perfect understanding.
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