My dad complained that he was the first one to start the echo game with Jazz in the car when she was a baby. I of course argued that it was Jake and I, as was told in my blog post. We decided the best way to handle the dispute was to ask Jazz. It seemed perfectly logical, as it frequently does for parents, to ask a a child to recall a memory from their infancy and in her case with a brain injury. So with joy we asked her who started the game first. She proudly stated, "Daddy." Then after a slight pause she turns to him and asks, "Was I right?" We will truly never know when the game started....
After over hearing our debates about the Broncos trading Tebow for Manning and the mentioning of the Colts in this conversation, Jazz proudly announced that a colt is a baby horse. I then explained that it is more specifically a boy baby horse. Jazz then explained that there are two types of colts. There are the baby horses and then there are these scary groups of people that make you do crazy things. We all looked at her stunned for a moment. I was the first to realize what she was talking about. She was referring to a C-U-L-T. A cult in Jazz language is a scary group of people that make you do crazy things. Where she learned this word is yet another thing we will never know...
Jazz never ceases to amaze and entertain us. Even if she is not doing it on purpose. Hope this gave you smiles of entertainment and tears of amazement.
Much Love!
P.S. This was followed by a fun sleep over! Something we have come to enjoy a couple times a year. Our pets included!
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| The Zoo |
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| The slumber party (Jazz, Frank, Rosie) |
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