Howdy,
Yesterday I wrote that I had something “today,” but its composition grew, so with a tease I kept it for “tomorrow,” and now today we have something from yesterday that refers to “today.” I hope that in this moment you enjoy, as this moment is all we have … Right? But that doesn’t even really make sense. What about memories? What about hope? The past? Eternity? Oh, man, this got complicated. To get back to the topic, I now present to you yesterday’s today …
Today I can give you the developmental thinking and growing will and desire of a three year old child, on the authority of “studying” or—better, after the previous post from Wednesday—listening to one Titus Shalom Hawes, who by the way became a three-and-a-half-year-old yesterday, but I realized today that in the continuous going of Thursday we forgot to mention to Ti then that it was the date of his turning 3.5, even though we’ve had it marked on the year in a glance calendar for quite some time now. (Not that we typically make too much of half-birthdays anyway, mostly just a simple acknowledgement, which is kind of fun. A person Ti’s age, though, certainly enjoys the knowledge and recognition.)
The ways, wills, and words of a three-year-old can go like this—as Ti’s did today at the pool: “No, I want to do it myself. Can you hold it for me?”
Now, grammatically, that utterance can be two or even three sentences depending on what you do with the “No,” so might have read a nice spaced-out statement, like: “No. I want to do it myself. Can you hold it for me?”
But that whole comment was one. “No I want to do it myself, can you hold it for me.”