I thought it was fun that my nephew, Oakley, tired to call me by name already. I've only been around him so few times...
It took a while for my niece to get my name right. She at first referred to me in a third person sort of way. She would point to me and ask “is he going?” Then it was “My cool.”
My other nephew talks fairly well. It is amazing he ever started to talk. I thought he’d never would say anything.
Anyway, at the store I heard Oakley screaming something. He even stood up in the car cart thing and shouted. I figured his mom would take care of it or something. Then it was brought to my attention that he might be calling my name.
I paused to listen.
“Cool, cool, cool…”
I turned to look at him. He giggled and sat back in the car cart thing.
Posted by Michael at November 23, 2004 12:23 PM