A Hard T
The other morning, sun was streaming through the window of our master bedroom. (Yes, despite the past two weeks of constant rain, we did have one sunny day.) I noticed Mackay looking a little like she was hallucinating, as she stared blankly into space, and sort of randomly grabbed at the air with her fingers. As I came up behind her, I realized that she was seeing dust motes floating in the air. I commented 'You can't grab those, Mackay, they are just dust,' and she looked at me and said 'Dust!' Not 'Du' or even 'Dus', but 'Dust' with the full tongue tap on the roof of her mouth. This is the first real enunciation we've heard from her, and we are quite proud. Of Mackay, not my housekeeping abilities.
