Joey on Digestion
Wednesday, March 1st, 2006I was watching Joey drink a cup of milk. After he gulped down a few mouthfuls, I asked him,”Where did the milk go?”
His response: “Way down to my feet to help find the food.”
I was watching Joey drink a cup of milk. After he gulped down a few mouthfuls, I asked him,”Where did the milk go?”
His response: “Way down to my feet to help find the food.”
I was explaining to Maggie this afternoon that a word is made of letters, a page contain words, and a book contains pages. Maggie looked at me and said, “Uh huh.” She thought for a few moments and then spoke the word “Pages” followed by the American Sign Language signs for together and [...]
In an earlier post, I mentioned that Joey, when asked what he wanted for lunch, responded, “Something yellow.” This use of language has expanded in interesting ways; Sometimes when he wants an object, rather than using its name directly, he creates a puzzle for my wife and I. For example, instead of asking [...]
Joey and Maggie are sitting at the kitchen playing with Play Doh. Joey has a tub of white and Maggie has a tub of purple. Maggie is staring intently at the table, shaping Play Doh into a row of small purple spheres.
Joey looks over and says, “Joey wants the purple Play Doh.”
Maggie responds, [...]
I’m sitting at the computer, and Joey is sitting next to me, waiting for me to stop typing. I look over and ask him, “What do you want for lunch?”
He pauses to think. I know this because he’s looking up at the ceiling with his head tilted. A moment passes and he [...]
A few days ago, Joey was bothering his little sister while she was trying to eat. I said to him, “Let Maggie eat, Joey.”
He looked up at me and replied, “No, Daddy. Maggie can’t eat Joey. Maggie eat pizza.” He had an extremely concerned look on his face that I didn’t [...]
That would be my daughter Maggie. As I was loading and unloading the dishwasher, she told me where to put every dish, cup and spoon. When I put my son, her older brother, down for a nap, she followed me into his bedroom and told me where to put him. Now, she’s standing [...]
So tonight, my son drew this picture. My wife, Sarah, asked him what he had drawn. First, he said it was a rock. Later, he said it was also a bear. When Sarah then asked him where the bear was, he stated, matter-of-factly, “behind the rock.”