"I love you"
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2009.11.18
The Boy's learned to say a passable "I love you".
Way back in the dim recesses of my memory there was a time before I was a father. Somewhere in there, Mari and I got married and had a reception. And at that reception we were given (by the people who ran the venue, I believe) a plush toy made of two frogs connected by a stout string. When the frogs are pulled apart from each other, the string retracts and a recorded voice chirps "I love you".
The Boy was playing with this toy this morning. He brought it over to me, pulled the string a couple of times, and told me, "I love you".