It might not be true. I might be completely out in left field on this one, but I think there's some truth here.
I think the small boy might be a tiger.
Yesterday, he punctuated with random declarations of "Raaah" in a most growly voice for a small boy. Add to that his insistence upon crawling on hands and knees through the kitchen -- a form of mobility that was given up months ago. When Daddy set him on his feet to walk, he returned to his knees. And came back in growling again.
This morning, we were reading the alphabet at the back of Richard Scarry's Best Word Book Ever, and we got to the picture for T: a tiger wearing a rain slicker. Mark pointed at it and said "Raaah."
Mind you, this tiger is standing upright wearing hat and coat, but that boy knows how it should be. He knows they walk on all fours. And he knows what they say.
One of his first board books asked the question "Are Tigers Ticklish?"
The answer?
Raaaaah.
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