Connections in a toddler brain
Mar. 14th, 2005 10:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velvetpageElizabeth just picked up a bookend we have in the office with the railroad track from a toy train set on it. She put it down on my lap and looked at me expectantly.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" asked I.
"Piano! Piano! Joue, Mommy, joue piano!" And she started moving her fingers on it and doo-dooing, to the tune of "Bicycle Built for Two."
We're going downstairs to play the real thing now. It's nearly St. Patrick's Day. I have to teach her a few Irish songs.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" asked I.
"Piano! Piano! Joue, Mommy, joue piano!" And she started moving her fingers on it and doo-dooing, to the tune of "Bicycle Built for Two."
We're going downstairs to play the real thing now. It's nearly St. Patrick's Day. I have to teach her a few Irish songs.
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Date: 2005-03-14 05:25 pm (UTC)