My cute, little niece I am looking forward to my father's birthday that's coming up next weekend because I can see my little niece at the party. (Sorry, Father.) She is three years old at the stage of

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My cute, little niece I am looking forward to my father's birthday that's coming up next weekend because I can see my little niece at the party. (Sorry, Father.) She is three years old at the stage of learning her mother tongue. She's been showing a lot of linguistic developments since she started to go to her daycare. In fact, she was a bit slower picking up the language than her peers, which had made us all worrywarts. So, I ask her a lot of comparison questions these days. How adorable when she is moving her little pinky lips trying to answer them. It goes like this; "Honey, do you like strawberries more or pears more?" "Strawberries." "Then, do you like strawberries more or watermelons more?" "I like watermelons more." "Do you like watermelons more or Mommy more." "Mommy more." "Do you like Mommy more or Daddy more?" "Daddy." It feels amazing because the last one was somthing like a million-dollar question for me when I was little. I am going to bake some cookies for her later this week since she answered "cookies" to another series of my comparison questions. I imazine her little, cute face with joy with an armful of my cookie box at this coming family party. Meanwhile, I hope she won't be throwing a tantrum at the end of our gathering on taking my dog home with her because she was giving me grief for the same reason when we last met.

Mar 1, 2015 8:29 AM

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My Cute, Little Niece

I am looking forward to my father's birthday that's which is coming up next weekend because I can see my little niece at the party. (Sorry, Father.) She is three years old and at the stage of learning her mother tongue. She's been showing a lot of linguistic developments since she started to go to her daycare. In fact, she was a bit slower picking up the language than her peers, which had made us all into worrywarts.

So, I ask her a lot of comparison questions these days. How adorable she is when she is moving her little pinky lips trying to answer them. It goes like this, "Honey, do you like strawberries more or pears more?" "Strawberries." "Then, do you like strawberries more or watermelons more?" "I like watermelons more." "Do you like watermelons more or Mommy more." "Mommy more." "Do you like Mommy more or Daddy more?" "Daddy." It feels amazing because the last one was somthing like a million-dollar question for me when I was little.

I am going to bake some cookies for her later this week since she answered "cookies" to another series of my comparison questions. I imazine her little, cute cute little face smiling with joy with an armful of my cookies box at this coming family party. Meanwhile, I hope she won't be throwing a tantrum at the end of our gathering on about taking my dog home with her because she was giving gave me grief for the same reason when we last met.

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mother tongue- I think you should write: mother tongue, ______. (Insert language.)

So, you are hoping that a three year old will not throw a tantrum. Good luck with that! :P

March 1, 2015

My cute, little niece

I am looking forward to my father's birthday, which is coming up next weekend, because I will [future tense] see my little niece at the party. (Sorry, Father.) She is three years old, at the stage of learning her mother tongue. She's been showing a lot of linguistic developments since she started going to her daycare. In fact, she was a bit slower picking up the language than her peers, which had made us all worrywarts.
So, I ask her a lot of comparison questions these days. How adorable it is when she is moving her little pinky lips trying to answer them. It goes like this; "Honey, do you like strawberries more or pears more?" "Strawberries." "Then, do you like strawberries more or watermelons more?" "I like watermelons more." "Do you like watermelons more or Mommy more." "Mommy more." "Do you like Mommy more or Daddy more?" "Daddy." It feels amazing because the last one was som[e]thing like a million-dollar question for me when I was little.
I am going to bake some cookies for her later this week since she answered "cookies" to another series of my comparison questions. I imagine joy on her little, cute face as she's holding my cookie box at this upcoming family party. Meanwhile, I hope she won't be throwing a tantrum at the end of our gathering about taking my dog home with her because she was giving me grief for the same reason when we last met.