Light

OK, the parents are calling it, my first official, clearly understandable word is "light". As in light bulb, flash light, candle light, key light, moon light ... well you get the point. Those of you familiar with my early days will no doubt fondly recall my fascination with lights from my first moments upon this green planet. Literally, I was enthralled with lights, and in a loose association as the two commonly habitat together, ceiling fans. I still harbor a closeness for ceiling fans, but it is the light that truly tugs at my heart strings. Not just lights that reside in the ceiling mind you, but lights on desk tops, lights on wall sconces, lights above the stove, the light in the flashlight, the lights in my toys, lights on cars, and yes, the little light that glows so invitingly on the remote control. Whenever I enter a room the first thing I do is look ceiling-ward, point and say "light". I have even been allowed, once or twice (two or three hundred times), to turn the light in the kitchen of our home on by flipping the switch up. I have not figured out pushing the switch down to turn it off, but that's what parents are for.

If one listens carefully enough, I also mutter other less than distinguishable phrases -- less distinguishable that is if you don't live with me. I can say "what is it?" (wu-e-zit). Doggie (duhee). Daddy (daddy). Mother (ma). Juice (guce). And myriad other phrases that my parents have yet to translate, though I swear I don't think I could be any clearer. If they fail to comprehend I simply fall back on the old standby -- wailing. Loudly. So far I have been a clear and effective communicator, can I put that on my resume yet?

Just an design note, there are no photos of me this posting (I know, I know) as this is a post about words, not images. Enjoy the dictionary photo though and reminisce about your first words.
- Fox out.