So Lila and I were lying in her bed last night with the light off. Clare was asleep nearby in her crib. I was about to break into the nightly rendition ("2 times, please.") of "John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith" when Lila stopped me. "What does 'hesitate' mean, Mommy?" she asked me.
I stumbled a bit at first. "Well," I explained, "it's like waiting. Like if you were going to jump into a pool, but then you thought for a second that you didn't want to do it, so you waited, but then you decided to go...the part where you wait is called 'hesitating.'"
I waited for a response. Silence. I kept going.
"If you're scared and aren't sure you want to do something, that's called hesitating. Do you understand?"
She thought for a minute and then took her thumb out of her mouth.
"Julian says it means 'poopy'," she said. Then she turned away.
I'm pretty sure she believed Julian over me.
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