My daughter is a little chatty. Every morning, she wakes up talking. And then, when she finishes, she talks a little more. And then she takes a breath or two, and then she talks. Some more. All day, in fact. ALL day.
It is absolutely precious, of course (especially since, for the longest time, she wouldn't speak at all). Her talking warms the very depths of my heart, except when it has me ready to jump out a window, but that is a different post for another day.
We had her three-year check-up yesterday morning. She was a little puzzled that she was going to the doctor when she wasn't sick. I lightly explained that we were going so that she could show the doctor her tricks--how smart and funny and healthy she is.
A word of caution: when you have a unusually extroverted three year old, do not tell her she is going somewhere to "show off all your tricks", unless you plan to be there a while. Our sweet doctor came in, pulled up the stool next to Corrie and greeted her. My girl did away with the formalities; she was ready for business.
"I say pwedge awegiance."
The doctor looked at me quizzically. Here we go, I thought.
"She wants to say the pledge of allegiance for you," I explained.
"Oh, I would LOVE to hear it," he said warmly. Run, man, run! I thought. You don't know what you're starting!
She dutifully placed her hand over her heart and proceeded (this is obviously not a recording of the actual doctor's visit; I made this recording when we got home. Click on the text below to hear.):
When she finished, he reached for his pen. "I'm making a note of this under 'mental development'. It pretty much says what I needed to know about her verbal skills."
Oh, you have no idea.