November 14, 2004 - Play that funky nougat, mama -
A week or two ago I was swinging Everett in the park. He said something to me and I couldn't quite decipher it. The mom pushing her daughter next to me said, "push harder, mommy!" She turned out to be a speech therapist.
Hmm. Maybe I could become a speech therapist. I could use the knowledge, clearly.
Yesterday I drove Everett to Target for our late-evening fun (we've been taking long, late naps the last few days). We always listen to NPR in the car, and the late Saturday night show is called "Beats and Pieces," or something. We drove down Stark, past the car lot where Everett often gets very excited over the balloons.
He said, "I like that nougat, mama!"
"The nougat?" I asked, puzzled.
"No, I like that nougat!" he said indignantly. "I like that song!"
Oh, MUSIC. I felt like a dunce. And I also felt so proud...that's the first time I can remember Everett coming up with a synonym to help me deduct his particularly cute language.
