If you’ve stuck with me through Baby Kidling week,* thanks. You’ve made it to day 5, thereby earning
each and every one of you the title of Best Reader Ever. Today I offer, The Finale.
February 2010, 25 months old
You know how parents are convinced they understand everything their children say? Especially when “they” have a smart little booger-child with mediocre hearing and quirky pronunciation?
Well, one night just after Alice turned two she kept telling me, “No kiss.” Over and over she said it, “No kiss! No kiss!”
“Fine,” I thought. “I won’t kiss you. I didn’t want to kiss you anyway.”
“No kiss!” Alice repeated vehemently.
Now I’m not going to lie. This was starting to hurt. Why was Baby Kidling insisting I stay far, far away when I was making no move toward an embrace of any sort? Then finally, she changed her tune:
“Want dinner!” she yelled, frustrated.
No kiss? Nope. She was saying “Want cheese! Want cheese!” Poor girl just needed a snack…
* Huh? This should catch you up.