Today, I settled my girls into their chairs and plopped down bowls of cottage cheese and peaches in front of them for lunch. I had to leave the room for a minute, so I turned on Chloe's new favorite - Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat - which I thought would keep the rumpus down a bit.
When I got back, Chloe said,"Wahder, please."
I replied, "Water?" and walked toward the fridge.
"No," Chloe said, "Wahder, please."
"Oh, water please." I repeated, laughing, and proceeded to pull the water pitcher out of the fridge. As I reached for a cup, a frustrated and tear brimming Chloe said,
"No, Mom! I don't want wahder - I just want it a wittoh WOW-DER!"
"Oh!" I comprehended. "You want it LOUDER!" So I turned up the music. She loves "Jacob and Sons" - or "the one where they shout."
A few minutes later, Chloe said, "Wahder, please."
"You want it even louder?" I asked.
"No, Mom. I want WAH -TER, please."
5 comments:
Hah! My language barrier is that I have learned to look at a kid with my brain somewhere else. When they finish, I realize it and have to make them start over. That is a bad communication skill.
You're a good writer. That is a good communication skill.
yo fuhnee bicky.
And she always said, "Please"! How nice!
good story
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