the going gets fun
Posted March 16, 2011on:
May and I were chasing each other around Helen’s coffee table in the living room when I heard a clear sound of May’s foot tripping over the table’s leg. Ouch, that’s got to hurt. But since she didn’t cry yet, I said, “May, you’ve got to look at where you’re going OK!” (the literal words were more like “you must look at the path you walk” “đi phải nhìn đường nha con”). She didn’t answer me, and she didn’t resume running as usual. She shuffled her feet and kept on looking down at them. She even turned around and looked at them more closely, with her butt up in the air. Both Helen and I moved closer to her full of concern.
“May, are you OK? What are you doing?”
“I’m looking at the path” (“May nhìn đường”)
Later that night, May got into Gina’s cat food dish and sorted through the kibbles to find some fish-shaped treats in there. “Fish!” She said with enthusiasm. I had to make her put them back and took her to the bathroom to wash her hands because it was dinner time. As I washed her hands at the sink in front of the big mirror, it looked as if she had something in her cheek, so I said, “May, open your mouth so I can see if you have something in there” May opened her mouth to let me see that she wasn’t eating anything. She then caught her own reflection in the mirror and said earnestly, “Teeth! I have teeth.”
out of the blue today, May sang the first line of the Dutch children’s song that Son has been singing to her at home.