Words, words, words

Words mean everything. What if you couldn't say them? What if you couldn't tell your mom about someone at school, or tell your parents what you want or that you see the moon outside the car window. (The boom, Mom, the boom.)

Tonight Miriam was saying someone's name. We thought she was saying her babysitter's name, which was the first name she learned to say. But I suddenly realized she was saying the name of a BOY in her class! He rides the bus with her! She was so happy to be saying his name, she said it over and over. Then she said the name of a little girl who also rides on the bus, and happily repeated those names. She spilled them out like she had been saving them up. She bounced around on the couch and then got up and danced a little.