It’s hard not to get excited by this three-letter word, exclaimed as its yellow majesty lumbered up to collect John this morning:
“BUS!” he said.
As if he’d been saying it for quite some time (so why is your mouth open, mommy?).
If that itself is not enough to celebrate, I’m afraid there is an embarrassment of words. He came home happier than usual, pulled down a book and, yanking my finger to use as his pointer, said “BOAT,” “DOG,” “MOON,” “SUN,” “CLOUDS,” “STAR.” And smiled.
Wild happy wailing ensued. Can you hear it?