22 months old
There was a big windy rain storm a couple days ago. During breakfast, while looking out the patio doors, Nessness watched the trees & branches bending and waving in the wind. She says, “Baby. Bom” and gestures towards the floor with one hand. “What baby?” we ask. She points at the bending branches, “Baby.”
Madly trying to make connections in my brain. Suddenly I get it…
“Nessness do you mean (and I sing) ‘Rock a bye baby on the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall. Down will come baby, cradle and all’? ”
Her eyes widened and she smiles.
“Baby. Bom,” furrows her brows, “ohhh”
“Yes Nessness. Baby would, bom, fall down, out there.”
Am amazed she would remember and think of that. Amazing little brain. I better stay sharp myself.