“Daddy, lookit the airplane!”
I love how “lookit” is its own word to kids, like “Imagonna” and “Upupup!”
“I see it! What a long contrail.” Gotta get the two-dollar words in there somewhere.
“Where’s the contrail going?”
“Well, I don’t know where the airplane is going, Boo. It’s heading east, so maybe it’s going to visit grandma and papa or grumpus and granna. But I don’t have any way of finding out where it’s going for sure. We just have to guess. Can you guess where it’s going?”
See my brilliant pedagogy at work? I want her to guess one of the locations where her grandpeople live.
“I know where it’s going.”
“Well, we can’t know for sure, but you can take a guess.”
“It’s going to the airport.”
This line intentionally left blank to signify the pause while I replaced my jaw.
“Dude. Dude. You’re 2 and a half. Could you please act more your age?”
“OK. It’s going to Minnesota.”
Probably it was just an accident of conversational dynamics that Boo made two clever verbal plays right in a row, but, then again, sometimes it feels like every brain cell I lose is matched by one she gains these days — and that’s no small number.