Good job, Tinga.
Yesterday morning, I babysat for Miles (who, if you'll remember, I was with 16 to 22 hours each week for about eight months until July).
He hadn't seen me in a couple months, and being that he's only 21 months, his memory isn't all that great. For about an hour after I arrived, he kept giving me this "I think I know you from somewhere" look.
Then, we were playing with crayons and he looked up at me... his eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "TINGA!"
"Yesss... Tinga," I replied.
He got a huge grin on his face, said "Tinga!" once or twice more, then got up close to me, happily playing.
He hadn't seen me in a couple months, and being that he's only 21 months, his memory isn't all that great. For about an hour after I arrived, he kept giving me this "I think I know you from somewhere" look.
Then, we were playing with crayons and he looked up at me... his eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "TINGA!"
"Yesss... Tinga," I replied.
He got a huge grin on his face, said "Tinga!" once or twice more, then got up close to me, happily playing.