One of the things we have realized about Oliver is that he has a very detailed mental map of Charlottetown in his head, and he attaches events and characteristics to geographical locations in a very sticky way.
Every Saturday, Oliver and I go to the Formosa Tea House. We always walk the same way: up Prince, down Kent, up University.
And every time we go, as soon as we get within spitting distance of the big Department of Veteran’s Affairs building on Kent St., Oliver starts saying something that sounds like “epo, epo, epo.”
It was only this week that I realized that he has been saying “echo, echo, echo” — the entrance to the basement parking garage in this building makes your voice echo if you’re talking when you walk by. I pointed this out to him once about 9 months ago, and he remembered.
I am obviously not very quick on the uptake.
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Speaking of remembering, my
Speaking of remembering, my girl Taylor who’s 21 months old, when each time when seeing a Tim Horton’s sign in her carseat says “Get a cookie and a double double? Yes?”
Only in the maritimes…
Speaking of remembering, my
Speaking of remembering, my girl Taylor who’s 21 months old, each time she sees a Tim Horton’s sign from her carseat says “Get a cookie and a double double? Yes?”
Only in the maritimes…
oops, double double posted I
oops, double double posted I guess….
Wow, at the risk of sounding
Wow, at the risk of sounding like I’m trying to make you feel old. (which I’m not), but I can remember living on the lower end of Kent Street (where it’s a 2 way street) with my mom when I was young. She would walk many places, dragging me all over town, including up to the mall quite often. And I can remember being 3 or 4 years old and itching to get to the DVA so I too could hear the echo of my often loud preschool voice.
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