“Eh!” I exclaim. Mommy is cleaning the table.
“Eh Eh!” I shout louder this time. Mommy finally turns around and looks at me.
“Dora! How did you get up on the piano again!? You are only 8 months old!” She runs across the living room towards me, extending her hands out as far as possible as if they can stretch like a rubber band.
Don’t worry; I won’t fall; this is my daily exercise.
She should know by now that I have magical powers.
“Eh eh wa,” I reply. The parents like to place me on the floor but didn’t realize I am practicing for a reward.
“Eh,” I point outside the window with one finger.
She looks outside. Two beautiful yellow swallowtail butterflies are dancing in the garden, fluttering from one flower to the next.
“Wow, good job Dora. The butterflies are so pretty, thank you for telling me,” Mommy says.
Mommy stands next to me as I bob up and down in excitement, playing Butterfly Concerto on the piano.
“Let’s get closer,” she picks me up and walks towards the door.
Standing in the garden, we admire the butterflies the size of Mommy’s palms. Then all of a sudden, another butterfly swoops from the sky and chases after them around the flower bushes.
After a few minutes, they flew away, the biggest one taking the lead as if saying, “Tag, you’re it!”
