I discovered her giggling and sipping into a Frooti this morning. I pretended to want it. She would have none of it. I chased her. She ran and sipped even faster to exhaust the supply. Soon she was out of stomach-space and offered me whatever remained of her drink. I sipped a little and offered it back. She giggled but refused. I emptied the drink.
We don’t speak a common language. We don’t need to. Sometimes I feel the world would be a much better place had we never crafted languages that only serve to spread suspicion, jealousy and hatred. The language of the heart is enough.
Adults may be more knowledgeable but children are wiser. True wisdom comes from a lot of unlearning.