Talk

The other night, Eddie was in the bath, walking his ducky around the edge of the tub, saying "Quack quack quack". He got to where Mommy's feet were up on the tub and said "No, Mommy! No, Mommy!" The duck could not get by the feet! After some persuasion, Mommy moved her feet back so that the duck had room to get by, but Eddie still wanted them gone. Daddy explained that the duck could get by now, and they could share the road. The duck decided to try it and quack-quacked by, but after this successful experiment, Eddie decided the feet had to go anyway, so Mommy moved them back on to her seat. Then the duck happily quacked all the way around the tub. But when he got back to where Mommy was, with her feet back on the seat completely off the tub, again we had "No, Mommy!" Does the duck's insatiable demand for foot-free space know no bounds?

Yesterday, we were looking at some animal magnets and naming the animals, and whether we had ever met one. Daddy mentioned that we saw a goat pooping in Bolzano once. Then when we were going back through the animals, Eddie said "Goat poops." Well-remembered! We agreed and pointed out that all animals poop. Then Eddie went through and (all on his own) described the habits of all the animals: "Horse poops. . . Duck poops. . . Turtle poops. . . "

In the bath again, Eddie had a fish, and for some reason we were talking about its hair. I asked if the fish had hair, and Eddie said "No." So I asked if Eddie has hair, and he said "Yes." I asked if Mommy had hair, and he said "Yes." Then I asked if Daddy has hair, and he said "Don't cry."

Ouch! Well, I'll try. . .