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I stood on the doorstep and the children were halfway down the street, just within earshot. Emer was looking at Linnea's scooter, which has flowers and a logo.
"Dat my name," she said.
"No," said Linnea, "those letters aren't in your name. Look, Ill show you one that's in your name."
I asked her what she shower her, later, and she held out one finger on her left hand, and put three fingers of her right hand against it, to make an E.
I asked Emer to pick some books up.
"I tan't," she said, "oney scissors."
She thought about it for a while, then used her fingers like tongs, and picked the books up without cutting them. But both hands were scissors, not hands - that was very clear.
"Dat my name," she said.
"No," said Linnea, "those letters aren't in your name. Look, Ill show you one that's in your name."
I asked her what she shower her, later, and she held out one finger on her left hand, and put three fingers of her right hand against it, to make an E.
I asked Emer to pick some books up.
"I tan't," she said, "oney scissors."
She thought about it for a while, then used her fingers like tongs, and picked the books up without cutting them. But both hands were scissors, not hands - that was very clear.
