Tuesday, June 10, 2008

What's the magic word?

Tucker was asking for a cookie after lunch.

"Mommy? Cookie?"

"Sure, buddy. What do you say?" And I thought I signed please, as a silent reminder.

He looked at me, my signing, and then said, "Mommy, cookie? Sorry?"

I signed sorry instead of please. And he knew the difference. The poor boy was ready to apologize for no wrongdoing, all in the name of a cookie.

That's what happens when signing is my second language. It's his native tongue, it turns out.

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