We were over at the Masons tonight and Rachel started going through my purse. She wanted a snack and I didn't have one. I told her that, but I guess she had to look for herself.
"Ish? Ish? Ish?" she asked.
I didn't know what she meant. So I told her, "I don't know what you mean..."
"Ish?!" she repeated, slightly exasperated.
"I still don't know what you mean." I said.
She took the biggest breath she could and then heaved a huge sigh. Rolling her eyes slightly she flicked her tongue in and out of her mouth.
"Blu-du-blu-du-blu-du?" she clarified.
That is what a fish says. At least, it's what Rachel thinks a fish says. How sad that she's started to say "ish" instead of "blu-du-blu-du-blu-du" because "blu-du-blu-du-blu-du" is so much cooler. I was hoping she'd hold onto that until kindergarten, at least. That would really have given her something to talk to her therapist about!