Vivian is drunk on the strange and powerful alchemy of pronoun-verb combinations. There were a few sweet moments last week when she first nailed them; the best was her pronouncement on pulling into the driveway: “we home.”
But now she’s learned that she can use them to command and request, and she’s got this real “make it so” grove on. “We colour,” she proclaims, and you had better be ready to sit down and colour. “I story.” And don’t you dare help me. “We out,” she says, delivering your shoes.
