Sunday, January 6, 2008
Every day, Daniel seems to say more words — and to understand more of the things we say to him, which is more than we sometimes imagine, and which is kind of scary when you consider my little swearing habit. His latest thing is to say "Hey, hey, hey," when he's standing up for himself, like when we try to take a pen out of his hand or steer him away from the tempting light sockets. He gets it from Steve and me. I didn't realize how much we say it until he started parroting us, and now I notice it all the time. Today, at the Children's Museum, another kid tried to cut in and play with the panel of buttons that make the wild animal noises, and I heard him clear as day: "Hey! Hey, hey, hey." At least he hasn't pushed anyone down yet, which is more than I can say for some of the kids that were there this morning.