A few nights ago, my daughter was sitting on the couch in the kitchen
and I was sitting across from her at the kitchen table. We’d just
finished dinner and she asked me one of those interesting, unanswerable
questions that she’s been good at lately, like ‘where do clouds go at
night’ (they stay where they are), or ‘why can’t I have more ice cream’
(its not good for your brain… lame I know) or something equally
interesting but puzzling nevertheless.
It was a few moments before I realized that I was actually having a
_conversation_ with my daughter. We were talking back and forth: I
would say something, she would say something, and so forth.
18 months
ago, my daughter spoke no English, did not know anything of the
world. And now, with her little mind fully awake and in gear, we’re talking
about everything under the sun…. and I have a feeling that this is just
the beginning.
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