With the ease in which Sprout converses these days, it feels like she’s been talking forever. Of course anyone with the vaguest understanding of child development knows this isn’t actually the case. In fact it wasn’t long ago that when Sprout spoke, none of us could understand what she was saying. Except for the Bean.
The Bean had a miraculous gift for translating Sprout, and we would turn to him time and time again to help us understand what our little girl was saying.
We’d be sitting eating dinner when Sprout would pipe up. “Aggle flaggle.”
I would look at WonderWife™ and be met with the same curious, empty stare I was giving her.
“She wants a glass of milk,” the Bean would say.
“Aggle flagge!” Sprout would nod in agreement.
After a while, we didn’t even try to figure out what Sprout was saying. If the Bean was nearby, we’d automatically turn to him and he’d happily tell us what she said.
Poor kid. It was the first in what would become a long list of ways in which he’d be helping his little sister through life. But WW™ and I were grateful that the Bean spoke fluent Sprout.