There's something magical about language development in children. The first "mama" or "dada." Or a soft and complete little "have dat, pwease?" In spite of myself, in those moments, I am always certain that it is my FAVORITE moment. But time moves forward, and the moment passes, and the memory fades. But this time - oh - this time....
"I don't love it." That's what Little Boy says when he can't stand something. He doesn't love strawberries, or steamed cauliflower, or cheese with holes in it, or when there are no more fruit snacks.
"I don't love that, Muther!!" He won't say that he hates it - it's just the opposite of love for him.
Can you stay just exactly like this, little boy?
But I know you can't, because time moves forward.... and sometimes I don't love it.
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