Here is a short transcript of a recent soliloquy while coloring [this is all within about 4 minutes]. . .
First, she got a phone call! Not really, just an imaginary phone call–from Uncle Derick.
“HI, Deh-gick! How doin’? . . . Bye, Deh-gick! We LOVE you!” Then she put my phone in her pocket.
After maybe 2 seconds, she suddenly pulled it out and, looking at the front display, she said, “Oooo! DEH-gick!” After “answering” it, she closed it and put it back in her pocket. “Deh-gick be here in few minutes,” she announced. Basically she was recounting what she overheard Daddy say a couple weeks ago (minus the “we love you, Derick” part!)
Now back to the crayons:
“Bye-bye, tayons. [crayons] We love you! Good nite, tayons. . .Mawa clean up BIG mess. . .Bee-ya? [what is this?] . . . This one BACK. . . Mawa finish that one. . . .Get ‘nother one out of bag. . . No, page! Go in this bag.. . Mawa get ‘nother one. Ohhhh. Ceeeee. eFFFFF. [writing “letters”]. Almost done. Ceee. eFFFF. Ohhhh. Peeee. eXX! . . . Get ‘nother one. . . .Mawa write! This goes here [putting paper in bag]
“Mawa’s tummy feeling betta.”
“Lolors [colors] down here. Get ‘nother one out of bag. Lolor?! Mawa like toys, found: BEEEEE [big] toys, Mawa? [looking for some stamps].
“I think they’re in the bag,” I say.
While pulling things out of her bag:
“AHH!! foun’ them! . . . Dun? little dun! [talking about a yellow smiley-face eraser, that apparently looks like a “sun”] . . . ‘Nother ray-tah? [eraser] . . . PEN-tahs! [pencils] . . . almos’ done! Put it in bag! Put it ‘way! ‘Fore Daddy comes home! Book! Book! Always want book! in bag. Find book in bag! Read it, Mawa, read it at HOME. . . Mawa want book like other people have. [She was troubled that a sheet of paper, folded into a booklet, didn’t stay in “booklet” form–she wanted it to look like a normal book! My OCD child!]
“Go nur-chee! [Go to the nursery: her favorite!] Mawa go nur-chee! . . . No, I’m HOME! Sit [on] white box. [She was sitting on a white box.] Be white back! . . . Bee-ya? [what is it?]
“Those are crayons from Derick & Sarah,” I say.
“Yaw,” she smiled, tilting her head to the side and nodding pleasantly. “[They] give it to Mawa. So happy! [that they gave it to her]”
“In Mommy’s Bible. . . day-dah-ham [something about Abraham]. Mawa right back. [sitting down with her crayons, coloring book, erasers, pencils, etc.] . . .”
“Ladybug crawling on floor!” [it was a fly]
So there you have it, folks, this goes on for hours and hours, but we will stop transcribing here. “Love you!”