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Fruit Salad, Yummy Yummy
Originally published at The Pandemonium Project. You can comment here or there.
Children’s songs are so catchy that I can’t say “Fruit Salad” without hearing this song.
Max, we’re entering the age of mimicry. It’s fascinating to watch you emulate everything that I do, like seeing my reflection in a hand mirror. Through exaggerated pantomime, I’m able to communicate requests for physical action, like hand-raising, patty-cake, and lying down. I wonder if this is the beginning of the age when children adopt the mannerisms of their parents.
This morning, at breakfast, you watched intently while I ate fruit salad. I offered a spoonful to you, but you weren’t interested; you just wanted to watch and mimic my hand and mouth gestures. I offered you food, but you weren’t hungry; you just wanted to practice.
It will feel like tomorrow when I teach you to drive your first car.
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How about single-fingered gestures?
Then he'll save them up for the absolutely worst time to trot them out.
Enjoy.
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