The light of comprehension dawns
Alden has been wandering around saying "Sheep! Sheep!" excitedly for the past week or so. this is odd, because he's actually not that into sheep; he is into cars and trains and pouring water on the ground and climbing on things and not being told No. But still: "Sheep! Sheep!"
Today, we were on the way home from a party, and he said "Sheep!"
"Mm-hmm," said his father and I.
"Sheeps!" said Alden.
"Mm, yes, sheeps," said his father and I.
"Frangle! Sheeps!"
". . . what?"
"See-koo! Frangle! Sheeps!"
"Alden, what are you saying?"
"Ockle! See-koo! Frangle! Sheeps!"
". . . oval, circle, triangle, shapes?"
"Yeah! See-koo, frangle, sheeps! Ockle. OCKLE."
"Oval?"
"Ockle!"
"Octagon?"
a sigh. "Wick. Ockle."
". . . rectangle?"
"Yes! Right! Wick ockle, see-koo, frangle, sheeps!"
Well, blow me down. I didn't even know he knew the word "right." It turns out he can actually identify a triangle and a circle correctly, too, now that we know what he's saying.
Today, we were on the way home from a party, and he said "Sheep!"
"Mm-hmm," said his father and I.
"Sheeps!" said Alden.
"Mm, yes, sheeps," said his father and I.
"Frangle! Sheeps!"
". . . what?"
"See-koo! Frangle! Sheeps!"
"Alden, what are you saying?"
"Ockle! See-koo! Frangle! Sheeps!"
". . . oval, circle, triangle, shapes?"
"Yeah! See-koo, frangle, sheeps! Ockle. OCKLE."
"Oval?"
"Ockle!"
"Octagon?"
a sigh. "Wick. Ockle."
". . . rectangle?"
"Yes! Right! Wick ockle, see-koo, frangle, sheeps!"
Well, blow me down. I didn't even know he knew the word "right." It turns out he can actually identify a triangle and a circle correctly, too, now that we know what he's saying.