Sunday, December 17, 2006

Wow.

Another language post. This one is too good to keep for the next list.

MHH is having his boys over tonight for a Chanuka chagiga. I was in the kitchen baking cookies for this event, with Barak in his high chair eating lunch, watching, and waiting. He wanted to make sure there was going to be a cookie coming his way. Transcript of conversation follows.

"Imma, wassat?"

"They're cookies. Is Imma making cookies?"

"Imma make a cookies?"

"Yeah, I'm making cookies. I'm making cookies for the boys."

Pause while Barak considers this.

"Make a cookies Hakim?" [Hakim is our upstairs neighbor, also aged 2 1/2.)

"No, I'm making cookies for Abba's boys."

Pause.

"I'm a boy!"

Sentences. Real sentences. More of them every day. The baby talk is fading and real talking is taking its place. It's good, of course, but also just a little bit sad... today for the first time, I heard Barak pronounce "in there," not "innair" as he's been saying for months.

Bit by bit, he's growing up.

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