When it comes to perspective, there's nothing like getting a dose of it from someone three and a half feet shorter than you. One minute you're thinking that your view from 73 inches off the ground is a mighty fine one and that you can see all you need to see. The next minute you're squatting down next to your toddler and peering at the strangest things, wondering why you never noticed it in quite that way before.
These days, Faith likes to point at things and utter sometimes incomprehensible words. I'm doing OK on learning the Toddler language, which at this point slightly edges out my grasp of Vulcan. That's why the pointing helps. If I didn't understand her unintelligible squeak, at least I know what's on her mind. It's very similar to how I behave when traveling in Latin America and I just have no idea how to ask for directions to a town we should've seen miles ago. So, I pull out a map and point to the town I want to go to and with full inflexion deliver, "Dirrecion?"
At this point in her life, Faith's most useful words are those that describe how she feels and what she wants. "Eat" is quite popular these days as is "water." But when it comes to dotted lines that appear three feet apart on the walking path, it's just so much easier to point and squeal.
... at every one of them ... for miles.
... or stomp on them, another one of Faith's favorite pastimes. But there's only so much a parent can take, which is why she got the honor of riding piggy back for the rest of the way home.
Faith obviously didn't mind too much. ... Who knew white lines dividing a walking path could be so interesting?
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I like your striped pants Faith. So you like your new home yet?
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