Just back from a week in Wildwood. Beach, boardwalk, ice cream every night, what more could a two-and-a-half year old need in life? Somehow we didn’t destroy our 1 bedroom place, despite June jumping on the beds, playing with the TV, throwing food on the floor and casually showing us that one of the kitchen chairs was broken. (Honestly, I don’t think she did it. Can we have our security deposit back, please?) She gave us lots of memorable moments – finding shells in the sand, strong-arming us so we couldn’t get the ice-cream cone out of her clutches, going on the little boat ride all by herself, waving and yelling hello (actually, it sounded more like heh-row) from our third floor room to the fresh-fruit guy on the street (by day 3, he started waving back). And, she’s now as dark as Masala Papa.
On vacation, she started to walk up the stairs like a big kid (not one step at a time) and mastered the new question, “Can I…?” As in, “Mama, my stomach is making some noise. Can I have another cracker?” Can I, Can I, Can I…By the end of the week, all I could think of when I heard her was Canei wine.
We’re starting June’s dictionary. Latest entries:
Ear muffins: Headphones. As in, “Dada-ji (Masala Papa’s dad) is wearing his ear muffins so he can listen to the TV.”
Battery: Cake batter. Coined a few weeks ago: “Are you gonna lick the battery, Mama?”
Airporch: Where you go to get on a plane.
Rami: Salami.
