Molly: (sick with a cold but well attended with a fresh squeezed orange juice, a yogurt and cartoons chortles at me from her high chair)
Me: (looks up at her from my work) Are you enjoying your breakfast, Amália?
Molly: (groans, guttural chirping, nose wiggling)
Me: I don’t understand. How can I help you?
Molly: (opens eyes as wide as possible, extends her hands at me and in the full vocal cadence of a beluga non verbally attempts communication)
Me: Lovie, I don’t speak whale.
Molly: (throws head back, goes full Chewbacca then relaxes in defeat)
Me: Can you use your words, please? Despite what is advertised no one can read your mind.
Molly: Hurrumph (crosses her arms across her chest in a pout).
Me: I am sorry you’re frustrated, Little MaGoo, but you have the power to ask me for what you need and I would be happy to help you. (pause for eye contact) I can wait. Whenever you’re ready all you have to do to begin is to say, “Mama, please…”
Molly: (stretches her arms out and spreads her fingers as wide as possible) Mama, please get me a cloth?
Me: Sure. (fetch her cloth dinner napkin from the table) What happened, Amália?
Molly: Yogurt here. (pointing to her right hand grazed in yogurt)
Me: Oh, that can’t be comfortable. May I help you clean your hands?
Molly: Yes, please.
Me: (wiping off the yogurt with zero effort) Thank you for telling me what you need so that I may help you. Asking for help is important. You have worked so hard to falar em duas línguas (speak in two languages)! Put your hard work to good use, okay?
Molly: Okay, thank you, mama!
Me: Thank you, MaGoo.