Not Me

"Pick up me," he requests. "Me hold it," he demands. "Me color," he announces. He doesn't yet have his pronouns straight, but his egocentric labeling arrived right on time.

He has no idea that what's inside his head is different than what’s inside mine. If he likes peas, I should too. If he wants to play ball, the dog should too. If he wants to watch 'toons, Daddy should too.

He is too vernal to discern verbal order or to apply proper function words.  It may be too early for him to realize there are other minds, other opinions.  Is he, though, too young to know that anything’s wrong?

Maybe he doesn't know, but what I know is that when he's with her he doesn't seem to think about himself quite as much.
JEB