T is generally quite agreeable. He's new to language, so it helps that he accepts that things are called what we tell him they're called. However on one case he seems quite obstinate.
The other day we were sitting together and he heard a birdsong from outside.
Dogs!
No. It's a bird.
Dogs!
That's a bird singing.
Dogs!
Bird.
Dogs!
B-ir-d.
Dogs!
Bird.
Dogs!
Bird!
Dogs!
Biiiiirrrd.
Dogs!
Ok. Nevermind.
The next day we're sitting again and he hears some construction noise from down the street.
Bird!
sigh No. That's just a noise.
Bird!
Shortly after that a bird calls in the distance.
Dogs!
Tell you what – we'll pick this up later.
