One Foot, Two Foot, Red Foot, Blue Foot…*

IT STOPS RAINING!!!! Hallelujah.

The first rain-free day in weeks! We do what any sane** person would do in these circumstances: We head to the park!!

On the way there, Malli chatters away. Having read a few Malli entries, you might be justified in wondering, as her mother has done, if Malli ever says anything but ‘no’ while at Mary’s. Indeed she does.

“I can say Mahwee’s name, and I can say Timmy and I can say Anna and I can say Kate*** and I can say Cedric**** and I can say Joe***** and I can say doggie.”

“You can say a lot of things, can’t you?”

“Yes. I can say and say and say.”

“What else can you say?”

“I have a rock in my shoe.”

Oh. Not what I was expecting, but we can deal with this. We kneel down and consider two small feet.

“Which shoe has the rock?”

“The blue one.”

The blue one.

The blue one?

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*With thanks and apologies to Dr. Seuss.

**Not that, after weeks on end spent trapped in a house with four toddlers under the age of 2.5, I am precisely ‘sane’ any more, but the principle applies.

***Her mommy’s name.

****Her daddy’s name. He’s Italian. Go figure.

*****Her brother’s name.

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© 2006, Mary P