Grendel’s Kitchen

 At times Li-Li makes such well-articulated sounds that I’m convinced she knows a complex spoken language, just not one I know.  Before the cochlear implant, we suspected she was part dolphin, based on the high frequencies she would hit.  But now, when she urgently wants something (sippy cup, cheese, her book, my wallet, out of the car seat, to further defile the now-oh-so-sticky-mouse to the once pristine iMac),  she lets loose a fluent string of insistent commands and I feel like I’m back on the streets of Guangzhou facing an angry Chinese grandmother shaking her fingers in my face:  that is, I can’t make out the words, but I know it’s all about having only 5 layers of clothing swaddling the child, and not 6!  Or something about the Boxer Rebellion.   Either way, I’m right there with the sippy cup.