no, it's a bird. In our living room. Flying around like he owns the place.
He got in through the flue, and after we, er, did a little convincing, he got out through the door. Bye, bird.
Stay out of my chimney.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Speaking English
My nephew, Cary, is 3 1/2 years old, and he likes to talk. And talk. And talk.
So it seems odd to him that there is someone - anyone - out there who does NOT talk. But, he is working on coming to terms with BBQ and her inability to make the conversation. As he is working through this crazy non-skill, he had this to say:
"So, how come Baby Q doesn't talk?"
"Well, because she's just a baby. She can't talk yet."
"I can talk. I speak English, like this. I say, "Hello!""
"Hm. One day, maybe you can teach Baby Q how to say, "Hello" too."
"Oh, sure I can!"
Baby Q, when you're ready, you're going to have one heckuva teacher.
So it seems odd to him that there is someone - anyone - out there who does NOT talk. But, he is working on coming to terms with BBQ and her inability to make the conversation. As he is working through this crazy non-skill, he had this to say:
"So, how come Baby Q doesn't talk?"
"Well, because she's just a baby. She can't talk yet."
"I can talk. I speak English, like this. I say, "Hello!""
"Hm. One day, maybe you can teach Baby Q how to say, "Hello" too."
"Oh, sure I can!"
Baby Q, when you're ready, you're going to have one heckuva teacher.
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