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"ten", "nine", clip-clop, clip-clop

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Tokyo, 2009.07.21

Tonight The Boy pointed at a bottle of maple syrop (Mari and I are having pancakes for dinner while he eats fish and vegetables), and made a sound like horses' hooves beating. Clip-clop, clip-clop. He reproduced the stunt for us a few times.

He also repeated the repeat pronunciation trick with one of his toys. The thing requires that you press a button (a letter, number, of even some animal shapes) and it will either say the name of the letter/number, pronounce the sound that the letter makes, or say a word that starts with the letter. He listened to and repeated "ten" and "nine" a few times. Which is interesting because I've been focusing on "one" through "five" exclusively. I guess he picked it up from the toy!

rand()m quote

Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them.

—Joseph Heller Catch-22