Amelia and I were reading Martha Speaks, a wonderful book about a dog who is suddenly able to talk. Unfortunately, though, Martha speaks so freely and so frequently that her family wishes she would be quiet. "SHUT UP!" they yell, and the little girl confesses, "Sometimes I wish you had never learned to talk." Poor Martha is crushed.
At this point in the story, I paused to moralize. "Poor Martha," I said. "Sometimes people say things when they get angry that really hurt. See how sad Martha is now? Her family is sorry, but Martha's feelings still are hurt by the angry words."
Amelia nodded solemnly. "Like I don't like you! or You're not my friend anymore!" she said.
"Exactly like that," I said, and I returned to reading the book. "'The next day, Martha . . .' "
Amelia interrupted. "Or, You are not nice! Or Get out of here, poopy head! Or Go away, pee pee! Or You are a cuckoo head! Or Stop that, dum dum!"
I looked at her.
"That's all the mean words I know," she said.
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