Tuesday, July 29, 2008

not working

Learning to talk is magical. Really, it is.
Lately I've been realizing that the magic of it has been leading me to some magical thinking. With beings that cannot talk.
Me holding squirming six-month-old. "You want down, honey?"
Me to meowing cat. "You hungry, kitty?"
It's not just me asking the question. It's the question with the expectation of getting an answer.
Next I'll be asking the mustard if it's empty.

1 comment:

Diana said...

I'm so glad I'm not the only one to do this. For months after K was born we would ask her questions and await a response. Except, duh, newborn! I'd like to say we grew out of this habit, but she just learned to say yes and no in self-defence. How quickly we forget.