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To: TimF who wrote (63664)	10/24/2002 6:49:58 PM
From: one_less	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 82486

When I was quite young (four years old) my family was attending a barbeque in the country. The adults were quite embroiled in their stuff around a camp fire. I whispered in my mother's ear that I needed to "go". She laughed out loud and told me to just "go" behind a tree (embarrasing for me). There was a sapling (diameter of trunk about one thumb) about five feet from the campfire. I am not sure who was most embarrassed by the incident that followed.

To: TimF who wrote (63664)	10/24/2002 8:36:11 PM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

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.