Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Name Calling
It's been about three weeks since my son, who will be two in January, learned my name is 'Will', and has been calling me by name. There's nothing like being repeatedly yelled at -- "Wio! Wio! Bla-jah-duh-de-pah-buh-buh-raisins!" -- by one's own toddler. He doesn't say my name, as much as he shouts it. And it's always about something extremely important to him, such as raisins or apples or Elmo or Bob the Builder. I try to get him to call my 'Daddy', like he used to, but that's just not happening. He knows what I instinctively respond to, and he, like everyone else, is looking for results. Quickly. Immediately. Now.
