Yesterday Claire was running from the kitchen to the TV room (an activity she loves at my parent's house where there is so much more space than there is in our tiny apartment). After several runs back and forth and back and forth she stayed in the TV room. My mom and I were cooking and we could hear her chatting away with Grandpa. Claire was conversing by mixing the few words we can understand with her near perfect impression of conversation's inflection. Grandpa was talking in an animated voice and I thought maybe he was reading her a story when I overheard......
"Well, the next thing you know Ol' Jed's a millionaire. Kinfolk said, 'Jed move away from there.' Said, 'Californey is the place you otta be.' So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly."
I tell her stories about three little pigs or a girl named Cinderella and Grandpa tackles the tough stories of families striking it rich and trying to fit in in new situations.
I guess it really does take a village