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In a message dated 5/25/03 6:31:21 PM, cen46624@... writes:

<< Sorry. I used "can't" on a practical, concrete level--their knives
physically don't do the job. I honestly didn't consider that the same
word is used in the sense of "forbidden." >>

One of the very cutest things Marty ever said to me was about "can't," and I
wrote it down then so I can pull it from the Marty-Diary:

Wed, Jul 28, 1993
The first thing he said after “good morning” was “Mom, if you count to
infinity, is it illegal?”
I explained to him about infinity, with a million plus one and a “gadillion”
plus one. He was fine with the explanation, and I said, “Who told you you
can’t count to infinity?” He said I did, so I explained the difference in
things that are impossible and things that are illegal (have consequences).

I need to try to get Marty’s first comment or question of the day. They tend
to be pretty wonderful. I don’t know whether he dreams things or wakes up
and lies there thinking before he gets out of bed, but he rarely comes out
saying “food” or “bathroom”--it’s usually something pretty interesting.

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end of quote

He's 14 now, so he was four.

Sandra

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--- In [email protected], SandraDodd@a... wrote:
I need to try to get Marty’s first comment or question of the
day. They tend
> to be pretty wonderful. I don’t know whether he dreams things or
wakes up
> and lies there thinking before he gets out of bed, but he rarely
comes out
> saying “food” or “bathroom”--it’s usually something
pretty interesting.
>
> ------
> end of quote
>
> He's 14 now, so he was four.
>
> Sandra

Yesterday on the way to the home improvement store the almost 4 year
old daughter and I were having a love contest. We do this sometimes.
I'll say I love you bigger than the moon, and she'll say I love you
bigger than a rainbow. Yesterday she was coaching me, telling me
after she says how big she loves me, I have to say "No, way, who zay"

I don't know who has been telling her no way, Jose, probably my
sister.

We got to ride in daddy's big ole red Jeep pickup, which gave us
opportunities to talk like we don't normally get to because the Vulva
(volvo) has airbags and the kids are in the back. One of the best
things is my 10yo being big enough to ride up front with me in the
Volvo, I longed for her to ride up with me and hold hands and talk
when she was younger and I felt like a taxi-driver as she was an only
child for seven years. We had a great time bouncing down the highway
in that old red pickup, sometimes the three year old sings the
Sanford and Son tune as we drive LOL

Ang, insomniac and jabber-mouth as we are putting on a new roof this
weekend. Worrying about the weather, worrying about the weekend
running out too soon, knowing that it is costing more than we figured
and I probably won't make it to SC this year :0(