Again and again and again...

Nora has some intriguing turns of phrase. One of them includes, "again and again and again," which she uses whenever she can; as in bellowing, "No, Mama! I want to nurse you again and again and again!" as I try in vain to distract her with board books or the missal at Mass on Sunday.

"Again and again" came up yet again last night at dinnertime. Ian was working another night shift at work, and I decided to make a simple supper of scrambled eggs and leftovers. Sounds delightful, doesn't it? Anyway, for some reason our eggs stuck to the bottom of the pan, so I put some water in the skillet and put it back on the still-warm burner during dinner. Some water had dripped onto the bottom of the pan, and it sizzled off and on throughout our meal.

Her face lit up in animated excitement, Nora said repeatedly, "Mom! An explosion! Again and again and again!" I continued to explain that it wasn't an explosion, but actually the sound that water makes under the pan when it gets really, really hot. Nora put her two index fingertips together and said in a small, squeaky voice, "A little explosion, Mama?" She remained unconvinced.