Every weekend, Anya, Laika and I go to the dog park. Even on days when some overzealous puppy knocks her down and she skins her knee (like today) she has a great time. She names all the dogs and the birds that she sees. Today was particularly impressive.
Upon hearing one bird she said, “I hear, ‘Cheerily-cheerily. Cheer-UP! Cheer-UP!’” Which is what Robins say. Of course I misidentified the bird (because I’m sort of dumb that way) and said, “I think that’s a black-capped…um…finch? Anya, what is that bird again?” “It’s a black-capped Chick-a-dee, daddy.”
Then she asked me what a particular dog was…and I drew a blank. I said, “It’s a…I forget honey.” To which she replied, “It’s a Bernese Mountain Dog, daddy”
She also pointed out Vizslas and Weimaraners (it’s always fun to see the look on owners faces when a 2 ½ year old says “Weimaraner”) and when she saw an old beagle she asked if it was a type of hound dog. Which of course it is.
Then we got some laughs from people at the park when Anya saw a woman with a tiny Italian Gray Hound in her jacket, and Anya said, “She had a little dog in her pouch, like a joey.” (Baby kangaroo for those of you who don’t know as much about marsupials as my little girl.)
I was explaining to Amy today how I like messing with Anya by talking way above her head. I like using words like Chlorophyll and Centripetal Force around her. But the funny thing is that she picks up on more of it then you might imagine. I’d like to think this is the reason my 2 ½ year old knows what a stethoscope is.
She just fills me with glee.
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