Who's on first?
J. has some pictures of him with his parents and next youngest sister on the wall in our bedroom. Sometimes R. notices it and wants to talk about it.
R.: That your grandpa?
J.: No, that's my daddy.
R.: Your grandpa is so tiny.
J.: That's my daddy and he's not tiny, he's a grown-up man. I'm tiny; I'm a baby.
R.: You a baby?!
J.: Yes, I was a baby.
R.: Your grandpa not a baby?
J.: Not my grandpa, my daddy.
R.: My daddy?
J.: No, not your daddy, my daddy.
R.: Oh, so little
I'm not entirely sure how many times they went round and round, but you get the idea. I thought about helpfully asking who was on first, but I restrained myself. And yes, if you were curious, J. is infinitely more patient than I am.
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