So many words, English coming on so quickly. And so many fabulous original phrases and observations, untainted by conventional manners of speech. I need to start writing these down, lest I forget.
"I'm getting tall!" Daniil says proudly, daily. "I'm making a man."
"I'm a cement mixer," Danya says in the bathtub, stretched out flat, rolling round and round in circles.
"Starfish!" Danya exclaims, pointing to the tiny crystals of white frost on my red car as he sees me off to work. It's 6:45AM and he's still in his pj's, standing in the driveway, waving, winter coat thrown on top.
"I'm getting tall!" Daniil says proudly, daily. "I'm making a man."
"I'm a cement mixer," Danya says in the bathtub, stretched out flat, rolling round and round in circles.
"Starfish!" Danya exclaims, pointing to the tiny crystals of white frost on my red car as he sees me off to work. It's 6:45AM and he's still in his pj's, standing in the driveway, waving, winter coat thrown on top.
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"Skip, skip, skip to my lou... skip to my lou, my garlic."
lLying in bed in the dark, lights out before sleep, we play a "saying" game. "Mama say 'guitar,'" Danya directs me. I dutifully repeat after him. "Mama say 'saxophone'"... "Mama say 'ceiling'"... "Mama say 'Ya tebya lou-blue'"... "Ya tebya lou-blue," I say. (I love you, in Russian).
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"Silly boy, Mama!"
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