Inside us we carry our earliest joys, such as leaf scuffling, one of Janet's favorites. One day, Elizabeth scuffled with Janet, then sat in a pile of leaves, lifting one after another and inquiring, "Dat?"
We answered, "That's an oak leaf. A cottonwood leaf. An oak. Another oak. A maple..."
Some people might say, "why bother?" Yet at 20 months old we can form much more than a simple memory of playing in the leaves. Elizabeth did. She is so observant and has no reason yet to doubt her own grasp of the world. So she learned oak from maple.
Below: "Ooo, Elizabeth," we said, "listen! Scuffle the leaves, like this."
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