Dear Laney,
We went to Barnes and Noble the other night, and you parked yourself in the Nickelodeon section, right under the Backyardigans books. You sat and read quietly, flipping through the books all by yourself. Then, you became OBSESSED with this one book - thumbing through it over and over, always pointing to this one photo of Tyrone and Uniqua and saying "Op!" "Op!"
I was proud, but I had no idea what in heck "Op" meant. Wanting to encourage your talking, I agreed, "Yes, Laney, it's very op."
Last night, I put on the Backyardigans episode called, "Cops and Robots." Halfway through the episode, Tyrone and Uniqua started singing:
Can't stop! Can't stop the cops!
Can't stop! Can't stop the cops!
Can't stop! Can't stop the cops!
We're the best in the galaxy!
You pointed at the screen and very seriously nodded your head: "Op."
...So what you had been doing at the bookstore was pointing out the cops. Gosh, not even two years old and already on the lookout for police.
Maybe when you're finished being an engineer, an orange-peeler for Denny's, a Home Depot manager, and a modern artist, you can become a getaway driver for a crime syndicate.
Love,
Mom
Everybody needs a good wheelman, especially one with an eye for the po-pos
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