One summer when I was about eleven, I spent hours trying to teach myself to gleek. You remember gleeking? Pushing your tongue around the bottom of your mouth in such a way as to make a stream of spit jump out? I’m pretty sure it’s an anatomical impossibility for me. But believe me, I tried.
Nora has taught herself to snap her fingers. Really. Not quite four, the determined little thing has been feverishly rubbing her middle finger against her thumb for days. And she really can snap. As loud as I can. She now wanders about, snapping as she goes.
This little feat made me realize: she’s at the brink of kid-dom. No longer a baby or a toddler. She’s mastered, walking, talking, running. She wants to jump rope and snap.
She just walked up to me and said, “I can whistle!” and then squealed in a high pitched voice, “Eeeeeee!”
She needs a bit more practice on this one.
I wonder if she could teach me how to gleek, in a few years?