Communication is so important
Today my daughter said "It's poopoo, it's milk." She's been saying it every day for the last 3 or 4 days. I'm not sure what it means. She started out saying "Poopoo is milk," but now she seems like she's getting a little closer to making sense. These are the kinds of things that kids say that leave parents scratching their heads. But as the kids pick up a little more English, they start making more and more sense. I've witnessed many puzzling phrases suddenly come into focus - oh, that's what you were saying!
So I guess I have to wait for awhile before we have some good communication with my daughter, but it's coming along.
Between her and my husband, I feel understood.....with great effort. Like today, I was telling my husband about a woman who wrote a popular book when her daughter was 6 weeks old. "Six. Weeks. Old. I could never have done that. Of course, some people luck out and have kids that sleep through the night - but not us!"
At this point he answered me, "I like kids." Sort of defensive.
"What?" I said.
"You said that we didn't like kids, but I do."
"No, I said that some people luck out and have kids that sleep through the night, but not us..."
You know, it's nice to be understood.
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