The Boy says...
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2010.01.16
Tonight in the bath I asked The Boy, "Who is papa?" He looked at me, pointed and said, "you". It was the first time he'd said "you" as far as we know. It's also the first time he's answered a question like that.
Then I asked, "Who's the boy?" He smiled, and pointed to himself.
Then I asked, "Who's your mother?" He looked at the door, then pointed.
Good lad! Doesn't speak much English but he sure understands.