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strangeselkie: Dude, no, my cousin Rifka whom you have not met? Grandma used to cut us up an apple
strangeselkie: and she would oooch the apple slices off my plate and since I couldn't talk, I just had to look enraged
strangeselkie: And then Tovah caught on that when you stole my yummies, I was TOO ENRAGED TO SCREAM PROPERLY FOR RECTIFICATION OF THIS INJUSTICE, so whenever my back was turned she would ALSO steal my apple.
DarthRami: *pets the little enraged selkie*
strangeselkie: And my mother thought I was quiet and good and happy and sharing! So sweet!
strangeselkie: It was really more of a burning homicidal indignation.
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posted by [identity profile] la-rainette.livejournal.com at 05:19am on 17/12/2004
Oh, my! So many signals I must have misunderstood, eeep.

In those moments when I feel like, "eeeep, I must have misread something", I always think back to the amazing pediatrician who worked at the clinic where both girls where born. He once said to me: "Let's face it: the best parents in the whole wide world satisfy, maybe, 40% of what their infant is asking from them through tears, and cries, and suchlike. But that's OK. If we understood everything, why would the children bother learning to talk?" That was one of the most liberating things I've heard in my life as a parent.
 
posted by [identity profile] strange-selkie.livejournal.com at 05:24pm on 17/12/2004
We are going to ask you for so much advice. In fact, why don't you start compiling and indexing Rainette's Sage Advice For Younger Amphibians right after you get settled in your new house. *g*

Chapitre 1. Mais qu'est-ce qu'elle pleut toujours?!!
Chapitre 2. Je crois que notre bébé est malade. Ou elle sera malade. Ou quelque chose d'autre. Eeep!
Chapitre 3.....
 
posted by [identity profile] chains-of-irony.livejournal.com at 08:10am on 17/12/2004
*giggles and pats the cute lil homicidal selkie*
 
posted by [identity profile] orange852.livejournal.com at 03:25pm on 17/12/2004
See, I don't remember not knowing how to read, let alone the time before I could talk, but this clears up a lot of the confusion as to why I remember being pre-emptively angry with my cousin, Kelly, the first time we met as little kids. That's the sort of thing she'd have done at our grandmother's house, and the old biddy would have let her because Kelly was her daughter's and my dad was her wayward baby and she judged on that sort of thing.

[ponders current situations of cousins] Heheh. Living well truly is the best revenge.
 
posted by [identity profile] strange-selkie.livejournal.com at 05:14pm on 17/12/2004
Well, I spoke late (probably because I was so spoiled; the fiancee, who knows a lot about these things, says kids only talk when they need to) so I was probably around 2.5. Also, in the crazy mix of living here/abroad/here/abroad when I was younger, I tend to recall the few times I actually was with family members.
 
posted by [identity profile] debka-notion.livejournal.com at 07:31pm on 17/12/2004
And well, you probably know this already, but if the place abroad was somewhere where you were getting exposed to another language than English, that'll delay when you started talking too (although not to 2.5 years, generally): it takes longer to process the different languages, and at first, kids don't separate one language from the other, or one language's grammar from the other- I forget for how long.

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