something
in three-year-old,
a language I’m only
partially proficient in;
so I paid it no mind.
I was playing tag-along;
he’d only met me
a half-hour earlier,
I assumed he was
talking to his nanny,
who is fluent and practiced.
“There’s a park!
There’s a park!
There’s a park!”
He repeated
with urgency
and bouncing.
Nanny offers a quick tutorial
on listening: “Jake—
he’s talking to you.”
“Oh. . .
There is a park.
Good eye!”
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