It was early evening, and Claire and I were talking to Granny on the phone. All of a sudden, Claire runs into the kitchen and starts screaming, “Pox! Pox! Pox!” She ran up to the sliding glass door overlooking the deck and kept pointing out into the yard. It took me a moment to translate ‘pocks’ into ‘pox’ into ‘fox.’ And, then I realized she must have seen the fox in the back yard!
She was adamant that she’d seen the ‘pox.’ Claire is at the stage where she will repeat what I’m saying, regardless of the context, and especially when I’m on the phone. (What a lovely little trick! A charming little side effect of learning a language.) This wasn’t the case. She was so excited, and we’d not been talking about the fox. She also has a book that has a fox in it. (She’s been saying the word ‘pox’ to mean ‘fox’ for a few weeks now.) But, that book has been downstairs for a few days.
The only logical explanation? She had to have seen him! By the time I got there, he was gone, but if Claire says she saw the fox, she saw the fox!
It’s amazing to me how this little baby of mine, that was once so dependent on me for everything is turning into this cognizant little creature who is capable of sharing knowledge with me. How cool is that?
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