When she was two and a half, I'd take her out on walks. "Where are we going?" I'd ask.
"Wibewy."
She knew where I always headed.
Along the way, if she saw a dandelion ("Annyion!") in seed she would always pick it and blow the seeds away. Once I pointed at a dandelion flower and asked, "What color is that?" She thought about it and guessed, "Boo." "No, yellow." "Yewo."
She used to be so much fun.
Yesterday my friend came by again. Her daughter is five now, and recently got an iPad for her birthday. She was glued to that for the entire visit. I, and the walks, and the library, and the dandelions, could not compete.
"Wibewy."
She knew where I always headed.
Along the way, if she saw a dandelion ("Annyion!") in seed she would always pick it and blow the seeds away. Once I pointed at a dandelion flower and asked, "What color is that?" She thought about it and guessed, "Boo." "No, yellow." "Yewo."
She used to be so much fun.
Yesterday my friend came by again. Her daughter is five now, and recently got an iPad for her birthday. She was glued to that for the entire visit. I, and the walks, and the library, and the dandelions, could not compete.