I love the phase Re is in. It is so full of imperfection that it’s liberating. He calls a rhino a hippo, a flower — a cauliflower, a sheep — a cow, a goat — a boat, an apple — affel, a strawberry –a stawverry, a lion– a tiger, and a tiger — a cheetaaa.
Soon, he will know things by their right names, know a blue from a purple, and start coloring within lines.
And I will wonder, why did he ever grow up?
I feel sad already.