Look!
Most of the three hours back from Indy (in addition to most of the last two days) he tugs my hand points at something "Look!" Then I give whatever it is its name and he finds something else for me to name. I feel like Adam in the Bible.
Mama! Look!
That's a tree...
Look!
That's a truck...
Look!
That's the carpet...
Look!
That's mommy's toe...
Look!
That's grass...
It's a feeling of great power, being the namer of things. The up-to-no-good part of me wants to tell him something incorrect and laugh while Rob tries to figure out why Gus calls shoes flamingos.
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