I was putting Little Guy and G to bed this evening in G's room, on the floor... (I don't know why we even bothered buying them beds when sleeping bags are what they really dig) I covered them each up with their blankets and then turned to flick on the night light when I hear little man say "Cut!"
I pause. "Cut!" he says, with more force.
I crouch down next to him look in his eyes, hoping I can somehow extract his desires by staring at him hard enough.
"CUT!!!"
Suddenly it hits me. "Tuck? You want me to tuck you in?"
"Yesh" I can see the relief wash over his face as he finally feels understood.
Can one be dyslinguic?
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