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like mother, like son

is there such a thing as too many pics
of a child in grownup shoes?
when i was in middle and high school, i was blessed to find a group of friends who shared my ... we'll generously call it a creative spirit. sometimes that manifested itself in high-minded word games and interesting musical compositions. sometimes it was witty jokes and scripts for our student-directed odyssey of the mind sketches.

and sometimes we made funny noises at each other for hours on end. grunts, beeps, shrieks - nothing was off limits. i make a noise at you, you make a different noise back at me. ad nauseum. (try it sometime. it's surprisingly entertaining, and passes the time on long bus rides quite nicely.)

yesterday, i made perhaps one of the awesomest discoveries of motherhood. john likes to play the noise game.

the whole way from daycare back home (ok, that's only 10 minutes but that's a lifetime for a two year old!) we made noises back and forth to each other. john is a surprisingly creative and resourceful noisemaker. from hisses to clicks to monkey sounds to roars to giggles to eerie whooshes, he covered all the bases. and although i never explained the "rules" of the noise game, he instinctively got it. and loved it.

i may be ultimately be showing my own narcissism here, given my love of the noise game ... but that makes john a pretty cool kid, don't you think?

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