Friday, May 11, 2007
Conversations
The babies babble at me, their language full of syllables and trills and rasperries. I sometimes echo their syllables and noises back to them, which makes them squeal with laughter, and then I wonder - what have I just said? Have I promised them ponies? Cars at their 16th birthday? Or more likely, all the cheerios they can eat and never having to take a nap when the world looks so interesting.
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If they don't have it in writing, I wouldn't be worried too much. :-)
ReplyDeletehehehehe I had the exact same thought when I babbled at the boys and they both looked up in amazement, then giggled.
ReplyDeleteIt could have been anything!
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p.s. Happy Mothers Day hun!