I'm told my very first words were "Go way bad fly." No Mama, Dada, first.
My son the Math PhD was a late talker. I've told this story before, on feelies, I'm sure, but....
I had a friend who had a niece, I'll call her S., exactly the age of my son J.
My boy J's first word was "bunny."
I excitedly reported this to Carol.
Who then told me about this conversation between her niece P and her mother, S.
There were cookies on the table. P asked her Mommie for a cookie. S said, "No, it's almost dinner time. You may have an olive if you'd like."
To which P replied, "Now is not the time for sweet things, now is the time for bitter things."
My little boy had said buh-knee. |
