Fan. Fan. Fan. Another fan.
12 weeks of sign language classes and our small genius signs "fan"...when he sees one, when he doesn't see one and sometimes just because. He even wakes up from a long night of sleep and starts maniacally waving his hand. Fan!
Actually, he has picked up quite a few signs. In no time at all he was signing dog, water, milk, more, and recognizing many more.
Then nothing. Even his signing for milk stopped. I think he realized he got the same results by slapping me in the chest or peering down my shirt and giggling.
A few weeks ago he kept signing fan every time we stepped outside. We were sad, maybe he wasn't so smart after all. We just smiled and said sadly, yes buddy, fan. And then it dawned on me. He is a genius! He was signing fan for wind! And in a way he was right...the wind is like the world's fan. Yay Carter!
And just this week we had a signing explosion.....song, light, hairbrush, and toothbrush are all part of our repertoire. They don't really look like they should, but he's consistent. He signs hairbrush to me every morning and I give it to him as reinforcement......I really hope he doesn't start signing steak knife any time soon.
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