"Peaches and Wedgehead, do you know where we are going? We are going to Costco where we are going to buy diapers, coffee and baby wipes. That's going to be FANTASTIC!" said Baby Girl when we were in the car Sunday morning. She spent the majority of the drive in a spirited monologue while her sister and her favorite stuffed creature listened intently.
"Wow Honey, " I said. "Have you noticed how articulate Baby Girl has become, particularly in the past month or so? Do you think that she is ahead of other kids her age? I mean, I sometimes have a lot of trouble understanding the kids in her art class and her playgroups. Could it be that we are just used to how she talks or she's just really articulate?"
"I think she is just really articulate," said my husband. "No one seems to ever have a problem understanding her."
"You're right," I smiled as I basked in her obvious intelligence. The rest of the way to Costco, I pondered the dilemna of how we would handle having such an intelligent child in our household if the other child was normal. Would she skip 1st grade? Will we need to send her to private school to keep her motivated and challenged? Where are we going to get the money for that? Should we have her I.Q. tested?
Three hours later while we played in the backyard, Baby Girl started shouting, " All godag tuvionu bland!"
"What did you say?" I asked.
"All godag tuvionu bland!!!"
"Honey, what are you saying?"
"ALL GODAG TUVIONU BLAND!!!!"
My husband said, "Do you think we may have gotten a little ahead of ourselves this morning?"