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dr_pretentiousI've been meaning to post about Gareth's first fib, which he told on Sunday. We were out at brunch, with Gareth buckled into a high chair. He doesn't much care for high chairs, and far prefers snuggling in laps. Well, who wouldn't? This time, rather than protest vociferously at being buckled in, he signed milk, the ASL sign we use for nursing. He knows exactly what that sign means. So Dan and I dutifully unstrapped him and settled him into my lap, only to discover that he wasn't the least bit hungry. He was, however, determined to stay right where he was.
"We've just been played," I said.
"Manipulated by a nine-month-old," said Dan.
"You guys are so doomed," said all our brunch companions.
"Gab dah iphphphththth," Gareth declared. He loves blowing raspberries. It probably means something like, I decline to testify on the grounds that I may incriminate myself.
Naturally, we're very proud of him. A fib like that is a big conceptual accomplishment. And, yeah, we're really in for it.
"We've just been played," I said.
"Manipulated by a nine-month-old," said Dan.
"You guys are so doomed," said all our brunch companions.
"Gab dah iphphphththth," Gareth declared. He loves blowing raspberries. It probably means something like, I decline to testify on the grounds that I may incriminate myself.
Naturally, we're very proud of him. A fib like that is a big conceptual accomplishment. And, yeah, we're really in for it.
