We’re at a park in India. Sempi is sitting on a teeter-totter looking contraption. He’s looking for a partner for the other side. Sempi: Amma can you sit on the other side? Yoshi: I’m too big to sit on that side Sempi. Sempi: Appa, can you sit on that side? Me: I’m flattered that you think I’m smaller than your mom. But I’m still too big. Sempi: Maybe when you’re flatter you can sit on the other side....
Conversation between Yoshi and I. Yoshi: I’m worried Sempi (our 2yo) might be a little dyslexic. Me: Why? Yoshi: He occasionally reverses the words in his rhymes. Me: Like what? Yoshi: "Frosty the snow man was a happy jolly soul" . It’s supposed to be “Jolly happy soul”. Me: Oh yeah. He could be dyslexic or he could have a troll dad who subtly changes his rhymes to see if he’ll catch it....
Sempi is playing in his room with some construction cones and trucks. He usually narrates his gameplay. I walk into the room and right at the moment he says: “Caution! Caution! Oversize load” I wonder if it’s coincidence or subliminal messaging.
Yoshi: Let me cut that chocolate bar in half. Sempi: Why? Yoshi: Because it is too much. Sempi: I want too much.
Fine summer evening, I’m taking Sempi on a walk. He’s carrying a flash light and shining it on every piece of object on the side walk and asking me questions. Sempi: Appa, what is this? Me: It’s a rock. Sempi: Oh. What is this? Me: That’s a piece of paper. Sempi: Oh. What is this? Me: It’s a cigarette. Actually it’s a cigarette butt. Sempi: Huh? Do you keep it in the butt?...