Fork

There is nothing more satisfying as a parent than to be able to communicate with your child.

This morning, at breakfast, I gave Ellie her scrambled egg, as I usually do.

I walked back to the stove to clean up and she called me:

E:  Dada?

J:  Yes, sweat pea.

E:  (signed the word fork)

 

That was it.  One small back-and-forth but our worlds got that much closer together.

J

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Jacob

Husband to Tricia. Father to Abbi and Ellie. Writer of the code...html, that is.

2 thoughts to “Fork”

  1. That must have left a warm spot glowing in your heart that will last you all day! Love it.

  2. She’s so cultured! A lesser child would have used their fingers! Love this kid!

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