Wordy-Gurdy

My one-year-old son likes to find books for me to read to him. He drags them off of the coffee table and across the floor, and then lugs them into my lap. He says, "Dat." I understand he means, "Momma, please read this to me." I pick him up, cuddle him in my lap, and read. Usually, one time through is not enough for him. He hits the book and says, "Dis," which means,"Please read this again, Momma." I do. After three times through, I've usually had enough. He has not. "Dis. Dis!" he says. Sometimes I go through the book backwards. Sometimes I make up new text or try it with a new accent. Oftentimes I sing. Outrageously.

Mostly, I just turn the pages and say, "de de de de de de" or "fa fa fa fa faaa."

Why?

Because sometimes I get tired of words - reading them, hearing them, saying them, writing them. Plus it's all the same to him.

De-Comp is no exception to the word boredom and sometimes it seems that the blogosphere is indifferent to the meaning anyway. So, until I feel revived or my spirit is renewed, to you I politely point to the screen and say, "fa fa fa fa faaaa."