Liam, who's supposed to be eating lunch, is trying to read the soy sauce bottle. "Three hundred years of acceleration?!?" His voice rising to a pitch that does not quite break glass.
"What?" I'm doing something else. He points to the bottle.
"Oh. Three hundred years of excellence."
"So we could keep this for three hundred years?"
"No, that company has apparently been making soy sauce for three hundred years. We couldn't keep that particular soy sauce for three hundred years."
"Why not?"
"It wouldn't be good that long. Three hundred years is a very long time. Like when your great, great grandchildren are alive."
"My great great grandchildren? Who are they?"
That might not be word for word. Sometimes I would really like to have a recorder running.
Devin is becoming more and more interested in toys. He also is aware that things exist even when he can't see them - looks around a toy to see his dad's face. But he still enjoys a good game of "peek-a-boo." I can just hear him thinking "That's so funny! They think I can't see them."
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