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Monday, July 03, 2006

Don't Play Outside ... 

Celeste's language is booming. Everyday, we're being surprised by new words that she knows and uses — sometimes she's just parroting, like when she said film noir yesterday when I was giving Evelin a word to describe the genre of Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (good movie, by the way); other times, she picks something up and runs with it, like tonight's use of armpit.

For a while now, she's been "singing" along with us. If she knows the song/nursery rhyme, you can pause and she'll fill in the missing word. She knows/says just about every other word of Georgie Porgie and Yankee Doodle Dandy (although not all 190 verses that link claims).

Tonight, as she was winding down for bed, she ordered me to sing "Cemetry Gates" (or as she refers to it, "Sunny Day"). I paused after "If you must write prose/poems / The words you use should be your own / Don't ..." and Celeste promptly filled in "play outside," which isn't quite Moz's lyric ("plagiarize"), but it's close ...

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