Friday, August 8, 2008
Oh Fruck
"Fruck, Fruck" she beseeches at me. Her eyes pleading with me to understand. Her agitation is obvious. She tugs at my hand using the entire weight of her body. She points to the window, her body shuddering at the thought of what is wrong in her world. I follow her to the front window- she leads the way gripping my hand tightly. "Fruck" she exclaims pointing to the landscaping truck parked in front of our house. The dog barks and she jumps up and down in a mixture of fear and excitement as the workers lounge under our mesquite tree taking a lunch break before they begin to work on our yard.
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I am still working out how to navigate this blog, so I was not quite sure how to go back in and notate that this event happened about 2 years ago and Lilah can now say Truck. Which honestly was not what I thought she was saying at the time!
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