Toddler dementia

Yesterday, the Munchkin asked for seconds at lunch (macaroni & cheese with hot dogs – I know, very gourmet). I refilled her bowl and handed it back to her.

“Dank-ou, Daddy Gwama Mommy Gwama,” she said, clearly stumbling over her words.

I froze, turned back to her, and pointed at myself. “Who am I?”

“Dank-ou, Mommy,” she said quietly.

Ohhh, boy. If Alzheimer’s starts at age two, then I am really screwed.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006 at 8:15 am and is filed under Children.
You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed and Both comments and pings are currently closed.