Conversation

Olive and I went to The Bay Area Discovery Museum to spend the morning. We played for a few hours, and then Olive saw a child-sized bench. She crawled up on the bench and patted the bench next to her and said: "Da da, sit, eat." And I replied, "Would you like to eat?" And she said, "Yes!" I fetched her bag and her lunch and brought it back to her. I opened it and asked if she wanted some peas, pasta or raisins. Olive: "Ah-peets?" Me: (translating -- Pizza, which we had for dinner last night.) "No, we have pasta." Olive: "Ah-peets?" Shaking her head. "No, Home." Me: "That's rights, the pizza is at home." It's funny to be starting to have conversations with her -- even if Jenny and I are the only people who can understand her.

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