That’s a big river. That’s a big mountain. I climb up it. You can dance here, Aunt Abi. You can dance here, too. That’s duck poop.
That’s a big, big spider. Pinecone, Daddy. Pinecone in the trees.
Castaic Lagoon (a guest post by my nephew)
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children are brilliant 🙂
Right? I’ve discovered that if I just repeat what he says verbatim, it sounds like it’s probably profound and poetic. So I’m trying to exploit that while he’s still too young to know what’s going on.