That's my son, Luc. A little over two. And he thinks I'm a moron.
He's just starting to wrap his mind around speech. Says a bunch of words, but he's not what you would call conversant...in English. But I'm convinced he's fluent in his own language. And is getting frustrated that I don't comprehend it.
Last night, I walk into the kitchen and he's sitting on the floor in front of the fridge, looking at pictures of family and friends. I ask him "What's up, buddy?" And he stands up, looks me dead in the eye, points into the middle distance, and says "Puw Bowwy."
I run through the 15 things I think he could be talking about. None of them seemed to be it. Then, he spoke to me the same way you speak to a foreigner: He repeated the same thing, just louder and slower, as if the reason I didn't understand was I was deaf and retarded.
"PUW. BOWWY."
Then he gave up and walked away.
He's not supposed to think I'm an idiot until much later.
4 comments:
Hey, think of it this way - he's ahead of the curve!
Well you know what I heard?
I heard he's got a fat ass.
proportionally, yeah, you could say his rump is large...and he's still missing teeth!
There you go, then. You can lord that over him for at least a few more years. Then the inevitable decline...
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