Sage would like it to be known that, contrary to what adults may say, the words "my" and "your" can never have the same meaning. Thus:
Sage (hugging Eric's leg): "My daddy."
Eric: "That's right. Your daddy."
Sage: "No! My daddy!"
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Learning plurals:
Duncan, Sage's first cousin once removed (I think !), when he was about Sage's age, used to watch Hughes Rudd on TV, and I'd tell him "That's Hughes, Duncan." One day, Duncan asked me twice "Is that Hughes?" to which I twice replied, "Yes, Duncan, that is Hughes." After my second confirmation, he looked seriously at me (as though I was tricking him), and said, "No, mommy, that is ONE Hugh." I, of course, knew I had a brilliant child. :-)
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