Airplane!
Raphe and I have a ridiculous game (if you can really call it that) we sometimes play in the car on the way home from work: when there’s a lull in the conversation, one of us says, “Guess how many people are in Harold’s?”And then we each throw out a number. There is almost always someone in the Harold’s Chicken Shack on Clark Street, and more often than not, there are usually several people there. Whoever comes closest without going over the actual number wins. There is no prize but the glory of being right.
Last Friday night, instead of Guess How Many People Are in Harold’s, we played Guess How Many Times Henry is Going to Say the Word Airplane Before Bed. (Mind you, his bedtime is 7pm and we get home from work at 5:30.) Hoping that Henry had worked all of the airplane energy out of his system during the day, I guessed a rather conservative 12. Raphe was more ambitious and guessed 32.
We were both wrong.
I lost count after Henry said airplane 60 times.
To say he’s obsessed with airplanes is a gross understatement. Henry is endlessly fascinated by airplanes. He cocks his head when he hears them and scans the skies to catch a glimpse. He’s got several airplane toys (they get very heavy play time) and several airplane books (which we’ve read 76 million times). He doesn’t have the vocabulary yet to say much about airplanes, so he just says the word over and over and over again, with subtle variations in inflection. AIRPLANE! Airplane. AIR-plane. Air-PLANE. Airplane. Aaaaaaaiiiiiiirrrrrplane.
You know how if you say a word too many times, it loses all meaning and starts to sound really strange? We’re way past that.
June 2nd, 2010 at 2:43 pm
He’s just lovin’ through the bubbles…. they’re bubblitous!!!