Ice Cream is Brain Food

Lillian and I have been pretty frustrated with Maddie.  She hasn’t been communicating as clearly and with the same sophistication as the other kids her age.  She says the bare minimum required to get the job done.  Usually she can get what she wants with one word and a finger pointing in a particular direction.

Today, Maddie noticed that Lillian brought ice cream home from the store.  She’d been excited about it from the moment the ice cream came in the house until after she cleaned her plate for dinner.  (Which is another story, she never does that.)  Finally, ice cream time was upon us, and I
started scooping the stuff into bowls.

Lillian told Maddie that she wouldn’t get any ice cream until she was positioned correctly in the high-chair.  Maddie quickly climbed up into the high-chair, turned around to sit forward, and twisted left and right looking around, asking, “Where’s the bib?  Where’s the bib?!

She said it clear as day.  I’ve never heard her say “where” or “bib” before.  Much less composed into a grammatically correct sentence.

It’s been said before, but it’s still true: ice cream makes Maddie smart.