Sometimes I wonder if I even need to teach Abby to talk, she seems to be doing a mighty fine job of getting her opinions across without ever having to speak a word.
Example: She is marching in the foyer stomping her feet. Translation: "It's time to go...now. I do not like wearing shoes...or socks for that matter, so you had better make this worth my effort."
Example 2: Lying, face down, on the rug at the front door with her hands and feet spread out as far as they will stretch. Translation: " Let's go! Even if it means putting on my shoes and socks."
Example 3: Piercing squeal while riding in her carseat. Translation: "I HATE NPR!!!! Really, I do. "
Example 4: Arriving at the store with chewed up and spit out string cheese on her dress. Translation(as if one is needed): "I changed my mind about the cheeeeeese. Turns out I didn't really want it after all."
Example 5: Refusing to get out of the bathtub long after the water has been drained. Translation: " Not done yet. I will be staging a sit in."
With this kind of communication now, I can't imagine what it will be like when she can actually speak.
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