Imagine hearing your five year old son suddenly start speaking like a deaf person for apparently no reason in the middle of a major play session with his younger siblings. You, after a few minutes of careful observation, conclude he has not gone deaf. After questioning him as to why he's speaking like his ears and tongue are not working you get WHAT as the "duh, mama" answer...
Come on, guess!
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6 comments:
I'm an animal? I have no idea...
Ms. Lori how are you doing. I never in a million years imagined you and Lizzy with an abundance of children. Will you all take care of me and adopt me when I'm old...really old? Did you liberate yourself of all your guinea pigs? You don't have time. Say hi to your Mom and Dad. Give me a midwestern "holler" here in Moberly sometime. Lisa
IF you don't have anything nice to say... don't say anything at all, or ignoring the problem??
He was speaking Japanese. Of course, right?
This week Isaac and Sophia have been having conversations in "sign language". They even argue in silence...which is a nice break...until things turn violent. Their version of signing is more like a contact sport requiring shoulder pads and helmets than real sign language. If I can keep them at opposite ends of the table they are very polite with their signed conversations.
And, hi Lisa, I mean, Elizabeth's mom!!! Somewhere deep in my gut I knew I'd have a big family. I just wasn't sure how that would work out seeing that I HATED babysitting back in high school. Amazing, isn't it? I totally remember that Giz wanted small babies at birth and then wanted the small newborns to somehow become chubby butterball babies. It seems she got her wish! I hope to see her newest babe before the butterball goodness thins out.
Sweetheart,
"Butterball" is part of our genes...at least till our kids get 2-3 y.o. Love ya
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