Today, I printed out some pictures of far-away relatives for Ruby to see. One of them was my brother Michael (who lives in Singapore). Something about the phrase “Uncle Michael” tickled Ruby’s fancy and she repeated it, sort of. She kept saying it all day. I decided to capitalize on this and associate his picture with his name.
For her first birthday, Michael gave Ruby a book about airplanes. So, I printed a tiny picture of his face and added him to the first page:
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Then, I taped Ruby talking about it. The way she says “Uncle Michael” sounds like a cross between “taco” and “cuckoo”. Take a look…