At potty time, Nem-nem, making a situational comparison, declares of her absent brother, simply:
Nin-an. Poop. Big.
I tell Nem I’ll be right back, go to her brother’s room where he is settling in for bed time, and only repeat this as it was spoken; it is immediately understood. Mago bursts into fits of giggles, Tia laughs.
As Nem is later getting ready for bed, she babbles, and Mago, trying for Nem’s attention but failing, recites “facts” rather like the exaggerated ones we hear about fish..
Ah, these are the things that get at a father’s heart, stirring imaginations of a child’s future accomplishments..
Meanwhile, back at the church..
This afternoon as we drove home from church (I was at the wheel), Tia asked the kids about their Sunday School lessons. She asked Nem (who is 2 years old at this writing) what her lesson in Nursury was about. In reply Nem babbled something that sounded to me as if it had the words “hands” and “pencil” in it – drawing? – but Tia and I don’t understand. Tia runs a check:
Tia: Did you talk about Jesus?
Nem: Yes.
Tia: Did you talk about families?
Nem: Yes.
Tia: Did you talk about hippopotumuses?
Nem: (a bit incredulously) No.