Yesterday walking home from school Aeli picked up a flower that had fallen from a neighbor's window planter. "Wowa?" he says.
Then two tattooed twenty-something ladies stood up from a nearby stoop. Aeli pointed, eyebrows raised and said excitedly, "Mommy?!"
They came toward him, grinning huge, and giggled quietly as he hammed it up, smelling his flower, twirling his body, and throwing the flower around while kind of grunting in a sing-song way. I learned the girls were not from here because they said something I didn't understand and when I asked "Vous-etes francaises?" they didn't say anything.
BIG DEVELOPMENTAL NEWS: Aeli has started saying sorry on his own (sometimes). Last night in a moment of frustration, he threw his shoes at Stefin. Emerging from time out, he walked up to Stef, and did the sign-language at the same time as saying, "Ory," in that voice that is just like icing on a cake made by fairies.
More rain joy from last weekend:
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