Chatterbox
My daughter’s nickname is chatterbox because sometimes she will talk incessantly or she will repeat the same things over and over again.
While she talks a great deal, she does manage to convey what is on her mind.
We were in a restaurant the other night and a woman walked by and Caris shouted, “Look mommy, that lady has crazy hair!”
Crazy hair is what she has in the morning and we often kid her about it. We had to tell her that some things that are spoken at home are to stay at home.
Another interesting development for my three year old is that she is deciphering accents. Since I am from New York, I pronounce her name differently than people that reside in Indiana, or who are commonly referred to as Hoosiers.
About a month ago Caris, my wife, and I were driving home from the supermarket and I started to ask her a question but first addressed her by her name.
I was interrupted by my daughter, who indignantly informed me that her name was not Caris, the way I pronounced it, but rather Caris, the way my wife and everyone else said it. I tried, in vain, to explain to her that I grew up over a thousand miles away and talked differently than her and people that lived here.
She would have none of it. “Just try daddy, try to say my name right.” How do you argue with that three-year-old logic? I tried it and it sounded so funny that I immediately stopped. My wife looked at me and bursted out laughing. She said it sounded strange for me to talk with a southern accent.
For her to be acutely aware of the way other people talked and sounded really amazed me.
Now, if I could get her to be a little quieter sometimes…
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