Little B, 2 years and 4 months old, with cheeks that threaten to fall off his face, is comfortably settled on my lap, a fairly routine location in his busy daily schedule. From this perch, he views his beloved ‘fissees’ on my computer, after which he will toddle off to his classroom to seek higher learning. Since his family is known to me, I usually ask after them:
OJ: How is Mamma?
Little B: Fine *cheek wobble*
OJ: How is Nani?
Little B: Fine *cheek wobble*
OJ: How is [the dog’s name]?
Little B: Fine *cheek wobble*
OJ: How is [uncle’s name]?
Little B: Not fine.
OJ: Why, what happened?
Little B: Mosquito bite
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At which point OJ takes over the wobbling.
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