Dyadyas at the park
We were at the park and D was scooping up the pebbles (AGAIN with the pebbles!) and putting them in a pail when this other kid came over and dumped them all out. D looked a little surprised, but was unfazed. The dad came over and said, “Billy, no! We don’t disrupt other people’s stuff!” In protest, the kid picked up rocks and tossed them (not at anyone in particular, more to make a statement) and the dad said, “No, Billy! We don’t throw rocks!” So of course Billy did it again and again and again. The dad kept saying “NO NO NO” and smacked his hand a little. Then the kid ran away and the dad followed. D watched, enthralled, the whole time.
After they left, D followed them with his eyes for a bit. Then he leaned over to me and said, “Dyadya [said] *NIL ZYA*!!!” His narrations of stuff that happens around him are the best.
