Which one is the parrot?
Since turning 18 months, my little girl is not few for words. Today while Annabelle and I ran errands together, I thought about my mother’s remark that she couldn’t wait for me to start talking until she discovered that once I found my voice I wouldn’t stop talking.
As Annabelle and I crossed the parking lot of our local shopping center, my adorable parrot chirped, err shouted loudly: “Home! Home!” and “Pool! Pool!”
At least she’s a girl who knows what she wants . . .
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