Boy (and girl)

Several months ago, my sister mentioned that her 2-year old daughter called her 4-year-old brother “boy.” I believed her, but it was hard to imagine the young girl saying anything at all. She is so little! She is only two!

One of my more enduring Thanksgiving memories is watching these two play together. Their cousins hadn’t arrived yet, but these two were in grandchild utopia nonetheless. One evening brother was hoisting sister over back of a leather couch. She squealed with delight as she tumbled onto the cushions below. Then she would scamper off the couch, happily screaming, “Boy, do it again!”

I love that she calls him that.