Fascination
If you ever doubted their intelligence.
Over the past week, he learned a new word : 'done' which I started to use for when the syringe he gets his daily antibiotics dose out of is empty (he hates it, the antibiotics taste really gross). He caught it after hearing me say it 4, 5 times solely by the occasion of having had all of his medicine. He does thoroughly understand the meaning of the word, though.
(Not even going into telling how he thinks to trick me into letting him slide by saying 'done' immediately when he spots me approaching with the full syringe)
He started to surprise us with new, entirely Grey-ish ways of using it in situation I would not even ever say it. He needed to go to the bathroom and when he was finished, he said that it is done. Or I was making him a new toy with him watching me curiously, and when I had it and said that it is ready, he let out a 'done' in response to that. Or he is prepared and just about to come out of the cage; he always does a series of stretches to indicate he is ready to play, and now he says 'done' when he really is.
Oh, and his new game. I heard him from the other room. Throwing pellets out of his dish, happily commenting with 'done' every single time a pellet hit the bottom of his cage.
I am aware of the high probability that it is just me having reached the 'Oooh, what a nice poopie do we have here !' stage of newly acquired motherhood, but it still strikes me at an incredible aaawness level.
[No humor today, just the illustration]
[What a cocktail of pride, love and pain. Ha, could I be human, after all ?]
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Over the past week, he learned a new word : 'done' which I started to use for when the syringe he gets his daily antibiotics dose out of is empty (he hates it, the antibiotics taste really gross). He caught it after hearing me say it 4, 5 times solely by the occasion of having had all of his medicine. He does thoroughly understand the meaning of the word, though.
(Not even going into telling how he thinks to trick me into letting him slide by saying 'done' immediately when he spots me approaching with the full syringe)
He started to surprise us with new, entirely Grey-ish ways of using it in situation I would not even ever say it. He needed to go to the bathroom and when he was finished, he said that it is done. Or I was making him a new toy with him watching me curiously, and when I had it and said that it is ready, he let out a 'done' in response to that. Or he is prepared and just about to come out of the cage; he always does a series of stretches to indicate he is ready to play, and now he says 'done' when he really is.
Oh, and his new game. I heard him from the other room. Throwing pellets out of his dish, happily commenting with 'done' every single time a pellet hit the bottom of his cage.
I am aware of the high probability that it is just me having reached the 'Oooh, what a nice poopie do we have here !' stage of newly acquired motherhood, but it still strikes me at an incredible aaawness level.
[No humor today, just the illustration]
[What a cocktail of pride, love and pain. Ha, could I be human, after all ?]
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