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March 24, 2005

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Dan

Your two kids sound like a riot. Isn't it great when they start playing with words?

Yankee T

When Older Daughter was about 15 months old, she talked and talked and talked. Sounded like a little adult. Someone honked at us to get out of the way in a mall parking lot, and sweet, friendly, adorable little pumpkin looks up and says, "Aaaah...lighten up, ya' old BATTLE AXE!"...I coulda died.

Moreena

Oh, yes. I don't know why people get all up in arms about all the blogs recording those daily moments of Kid Genius. I was recently reading a review of Ian McEwan's new book, and he was recounting how he tried to write what the character of the elderly mother, suffering from some degenerative cognitive disorder, said. In the end, he resorted to notes he had made of his own mother ramblings, saying that he needed to transcribe her to get "the precise magical nonsense of her sentences."

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Phantom Scribbler

Now I'd like to go out and discover a new continent or something, so I can name it Fuckaroo. You guys are diaperiffic.

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    staring
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    began
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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