(actually I'm being kind of modest; of course I think my child's a
genius, it's part of the job description isn't it?)
Anyway, Thursday afternoon I was having a little sit down in the
bathroom and Isobel was running around. Yes, the door was open and I
have LONG got over the fact that there are somethings you'd rather do
alone. One day ...
From my vantage point I noticed Isobel too had been busy so I asked
her: "Have you done a poo, do we need to change your nappy?"
"Yes." Came the reply as she ran off.
She returned with the babywipes, lay herself down on the bath map,
merrily singing "Doo Doo".
Since then if I miss the 30 seconds she spends concentrating on
apparently nothing, or fail to notice her new aroma, it's ok because
she tells me "doo doo". *
Thursday evening her synapses were definately firing because where as
the night before I had only managed to get her to point to the cat and
dog, that evening we kind of got a "woof" well maybe it was a "doof".
But we definately got a "twit twoo". And the feat has been repeated
For once I actually mean 'we', PD was there too.
Of course he agrees: little girl is a GENIUS!
*for those in SA please note, she is definately saying poo not sleep,
you see here doo doos is something a dog does on a pavement, not
something you do on a pillow. (Mind you I don't know you all that
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