Huh. I'm hungry.
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.11.05
It's now possible to have English conversation of a sort with Kenny. Today as we left a playground, he headed for a stroller that looks like ours and said, "i want to push."
"That's not ours," I told him.
"oh, okaa-san has it?" he asked.
"...Yeah!" I told him, impressed.
"huh. i'm hungry."