“Look, here’s Daddy!” I tell Klara.
“Papa!” she says.
“No, he’s Daddy,” I explain.
“Papa! Papa! Papa!” she chants.
I don’t know where she could have possibly gotten this but she calls N “papa” or “papeh” and completely disregards my exhortations to say “Daddy.”
I swear to God, one of these days I’ll find her reading a volume of Pushkin.
“I don’t know where she could have possibly gotten this ”
What does N call himself when speaking to her? That would be the most likely scenario.
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No, he says “I.” I do say “papa” when I speak to N in Russian but I can’t imagine she figured out what that is in reference to.
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Oh, I absolutely bet that is it – kids Klara’s age are very smart when it comes to language and important “objects” like the parents.
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I do say things like “Look how she loves her papa!” It’s a bit creepy to think that she could have figured it out. 😆
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““Look how she loves her papa!” It’s a bit creepy to think that she could have figured it out. ”
Babies. Nature’s perfect spies.
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My sister once flipped out when she heard her little daughter answer what Mommy and Daddy did: “Mommy puts on high heels, goes outside and people give her money. Daddy stays home and tells people on the phone why he can’t come.”
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