At play
Isaiah is now cruising up this playground structure in the park across the street from the house en route to the twisty slide, which he really likes. He also fell out of the adult swing the other night, but recovered quickly.
Near the playground is a small rise with rocks poking through the grass, and he likes to scramble up there. The other night as we walked down from the rocks, we stepped onto cedar stumps just down the hill.
"Stumps," I said.
"Rocks," Isaiah said.
"Stumps," I said. "Stump speech."
"Do it again," Isaiah said.
"Stump speech," said, and then proceeded to provide an example.
"Do it again," Isaiah said.
Is it wrong to be highly amused by my own attempts to embed history and linguistic roots into his brain?
Near the playground is a small rise with rocks poking through the grass, and he likes to scramble up there. The other night as we walked down from the rocks, we stepped onto cedar stumps just down the hill.
"Stumps," I said.
"Rocks," Isaiah said.
"Stumps," I said. "Stump speech."
"Do it again," Isaiah said.
"Stump speech," said, and then proceeded to provide an example.
"Do it again," Isaiah said.
Is it wrong to be highly amused by my own attempts to embed history and linguistic roots into his brain?
2 comments:
Not at all ;)
Never a better time to do so than when the moment presents itself. His little mind will only absorb what it understands anyway and will expand the meaning as time goes by. Stump on!!! Love. Grandma F.
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