February 4th, 2010
Miss Mouse is a babe of few words. (She has three, to be precise). But I am constantly amazed, and occasionally wigged out, by how much she understands.
Mention the word “snack” in her presence, and she beelines for the kitchen.
Ask for a stuffed animal by name, and she’ll track down the beast in question and bring it to you.
Inform her that it’s bath time, and she charges up the stairs and into the bathroom.
Question her as to the location of characters in her books, and she scours the page until she can triumphantly point to the baby or mouse or bunny or whoever is starring in that particular tome.
Request her assistance in putting away her toys and she’ll bring them over one, by one, to put in the toy bin.
It’s pretty neat, really. And certainly a good reminder to watch what you say. I’ve already found myself spelling things — like d-i-n-n-e-r — when I don’t want her to know what’s in the works just yet!