I can't believe she did this. Angie learned how to make up her own stories to go with the pictures in a book recently. Today, she decided she wanted to "write" her own story. As she narrated, her pencil moved over the page. "P-p-pooh b-b-bear" she said, and inscribed a P and a B on the page. "c-called," and she wrote a K, "his m-mother," followed by an M. The result is a page of letters, from which the story could conceivably be reconstituted, but which forms not a single intelligible word. And it's not a short story either. I was astounded and proud and filled with awe.
On another occasion, we made up a back and forth song, first Angie singing her own tune and words, then me responding. At one point, I teased, in song, "I'm going to buy you a fish with wings...a flying fish!" And she proceeded to describe what the fish with wings would look like and do, "flap flap flap." Then I turned it around, "or maybe a bird that swims!" And she grew serious and stopped singing to say, "that could be a goose or a duck..." She thinks faster than me!
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These grandbabies never cease go amaze me.
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