During Wimbledon, we had the telly on pretty much from the moment we came home until 9 or so when the tennis finished. I'm not a huge tennis fan, but I like watching Wimbledon. It's lovely background noise; quiet punctuated with applause.
During the final, we were rooting for Roger Federer to beat the record of 6 victories in a row, so Mr. DD taught the Prawn to say "Ro-JA!" (Her chanting of "Ro-JA" was also punctuated with exclamations of "WIN!" with accompanying arm lifts, that we taught her when she was only about 10 months old. )
Yesterday, while attempting to get her to eat at least a 3rd of her dinner, Mr. DD was quizzing her on words she knew.
"Can you say "cow"?"
"gow!" she said with a mouthful of egg.
"Can you say "dog"?"
"dog!"
"Can you say "Roger"?"
Her eyes grew wide and her face shone with unadulterated glee.
"RO-JA!" she whispered rapturously, as if remembering some great lost love.
Ah, summer romance.
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- rockmama
- 30-something mom, living and working in the UK. While the "Prawn" wrecks havoc with her toddler ways, I prepare for the arrival of the "Squid" in early 2010. Experienced member of the pregnancy loss club, so am ridiculously grateful.
2 comments:
She sounds like me swooning over Anthony Bourdain.
That is too cute!
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