A Christmas gift from Aunt Yue and Uncle G, this book was love at first sight for the little girl. She was attracted to the pictures and was quick to point out the things in the book that she already knew. Dog! Baby! Milk! Bus! Banana!
It appears to me that having the pictures revolving round a family of five including a daddy, a mummy, a little girl, a little boy and a baby (oh! Plus a dog and a cat) helped to pique her interest.
These days, she no longer just point out items; she seems to be building stories of her own. Her current favourite page shows the family at the breakfast table. "Mum-mum (eat)", she would say as she flips to the page.
"Anya eats" she says, pointing at the little girl.
"Mommy feeds Arielle," she explains, pointing at the baby on the high chair.
A few times, she also pointed at the cup of spilled milk on the floor and said in a small voice, "Milk dropped. Sorry." Allow me to explain this. Some weeks ago, The Husband scolded her because of her increasing counts of misbehaviour on the highchair, including tossing cups of milk onto the floor. She had bawled her eyes out on the highchair for a good one hour before finally managing one word of "Sorry" and meaning it. That incident left a deep impression in her, imprinting the meaning to apologise in her. Sounds a bit heart-wrenching but well, you gotta be cruel in order to be kind sometimes.
|Can you spot the rubber ducky?|