Yesterday, while we were nursing, Iris stopped out of the blue. Looking up at me intently, she said goo. Then she said it again. Each time with great deliberation, like a four-year-old lining up sand shells at the beach. Or a gambler with a full house. Goo. Goo. Goo.
Goo, I said, smiling back at her.
Goo, she said.
We said it to each other for a minute or so and then, with a funny little smile all to herself, she went back to eating her lunch.
I think we just had our first conversation.