Today just after lunch, Meg was using her brother's high chair as a piece of playground equipment when I heard her take what may have been her first venture into the realm of figurative speech. She didn't make it very far.
Meg: I'm sliding down like a...
...like a girl sliding down.
Do you think she could have a career in poetry?
Friday, October 17, 2008
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