I’m afraid I’m forgetting how to speak to adults. Sophie and I chat about what’s happening now: there’s a bird, there’s a flower, there’s the distant sound of a choo choo train.
What do adults chat about? I have forgotten. After we’ve exhausted the possibilities of discussing the present moment, sometimes Sophie and I discuss her needs (she wants an apple, but she doesn’t want it sliced like that). Usually, we just invent new games of chase.
In the past week, I have found myself in far too many lackluster conversations with friends. I’m afraid I’m regressing. I’ve become that kid on the playground who thinks that adult conversation is boring.
Tomorrow, Ben has a bicycle race. It’s probably going to rain, so Sophie and I won’t go to the race. I was starting to feel sorry for myself, having to spend Valentine’s Day alone, until I realized there’s no cause for self-pity, since I’ll be spending Valentine’s Day with Sophie, and Sophie is absolutely my favorite person to hang out with right now.
But maybe that’s not such a good thing, either.