Sitting in her chair at lunch DD puts her cup of milk down.
Looking at me, she says, “more, more” while touching her fingers together repeatedly to also sign the word.
“More milk?” I ask. And she responds, “peez”. (please)
I walk to the fridge with DD’s cup. As I pour in more milk, I glance over at her.
DD’s arms are covering her eyes and she waits quietly for the game to begin.
I say, “Chicken? Where are you?”
I call out, “Chicken…Chicken? Are you there?”
As I walk back with her milk, more giggles.
Beautiful brown eyes peek out at me between arms still raised.
A gentle poke to the belly as I set her milk down. DD pulls her arms away from her face and laughs in excitement.
“Oh, there you are!”
With small determined hands DD picks up her cup and drinks.
The game over for now. I hope it’s years before it ever gets old.