More word play
Edith is taking new risks with her language these days, trying out lines from her books in new situations where she thinks they might be applicable.
Tonight she was begging for mommy milk.
"No, sweetheart," said. "You know we only have mommy milk at bedtime."
A frustrated Edith cried, "Zut alors!"
We hung up a large map of the United States in her room one day while she was at school. When she came in and saw it she smiled and asked, "It's to be admired?"
(Note: We haven't yet traced the source of all her utterances. I never imagined a two year old would be the Peter Wimsey in my life, casually sprinkling her conversation with arcane literary references.)
Her memory jogged by something this evening she said, "'Member when I stayed at Mom-mom's house while you were away?" We said we did. "And I was sleeping in Matthew's bed the whole time." (They put her in the crib where her cousin Matthew usually sleeps when all of the cousins are there at once.) I nodded. "And suddenly you came from every direction."
Another one we're still trying to trace.
This morning I told her a new family story, about when Mor-mor's car ran out of gas on the railroad tracks when Uncle Peter and I were little. And how we were in the backseat and some men helped Mor-mor push the car clear of the tracks just before a train came.
Maybe it was ill-advised: Edith has been asking about this one all day. And when she's not asking, she just starts narrating it. We were coming down the stairs at the public library, for example, when she suddenly said as if reading a story book, "And the very next day, Peter, who was a little bit scared, filled up all the cars at daycare with gas. So they would never run out."
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We, too, have a brother-and-sister-in-the-car story that is a frontrunner in family mythology. Maybe someday Edith and Matilda will regale each other with them! I love reading what Edith has to say.
Just how close was that train to hitting you guys?
that last one was brian even though apparently I'm signed in as LAS.
Speaking as the other participant in this family saga, I can say that while we were pushed off the tracks by the men in the car behind us, we were still very close to the tracks. We were so close, in fact, that when the train started coming and the crossing barriers came down our car was still inside the barriers!
Gretchen and I sat in the backseat of the hatchback with our faces pressed to the window as we watched the train chug by only a few feet from the car.
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