I took Miranda and Eleanor to their daycare yesterday morning. As I was getting them into their car seats, Miranda asked for a book, and so I gave her one of the books we keep in the car. On the way to the daycare, Miranda started asking “what’s that?”
MIRANDA: What’s that? What’s that?
BERNARD: I can’t see it Miranda. Daddy’s driving.
MIRANDA: What’s that? What’s that?
BERNARD: Can you show Daddy?
MIRANDA: What’s that? (not holding up the book for me to see)
ELEANOR: Ah-mm! (the Taiwanese for the wife of your dad’s older brother–it’s what our girls call Erin)
MIRANDA: Ah-mm. (not convinced)
ELEANOR: Ah-mm!
BERNARD: I don’t think it’s Ah-mm. (since we don’t have any pictures of Erin in the car)
MIRANDA: What’s that?
We finally came to a red light and I asked Miranda to hand me the book. She had been looking at a picture of the author of the book, Anne Geddes. The only resemblance Anne Geddes has with Erin is that they both have curly blonde hair.
The only excuse I can come up with is that Eleanor must not have had a very good view of the book since she sits on the other side of the car.