After many, many months of what seemed to be futile attempts to understand my kid, I feel as though I finally, a little bit, every-now-and-then get him.
Prime example: Tonight, Ryan was saying one word over and over to Mike: “Rah.”
“Rah. Rah! Rah,” Ryan said. “Rah. RAH!”
Inevitably, Mike became confused and frustrated and called out to me, asking me to translate. I got down on Ryan’s level and told him to explain what he wanted, that I was listening.
Kid glanced at the TV and then back to me and said, “Rah.”
“Oh,” I said to Mike. “He wants to watch the Dinosaur Train cartoon. ‘Roar.’ That’s what a dinosaur says.”