While preparing breakfast I was trying to get some bit of information out of him, I've already forgotten what. As often happens repeated questions were greeted by total silence. I turned around to find him standing up in his high chair with his arms held out to his side.
"What are you doing?" I queried.
"Dada....scarecrows don't talk," he replied, as if I were the dullest kid on the bus.
Sigh.
1 comment:
i miss that sassy young red head.
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