Near our home there is a store that has a stature on it's roof of a guy holding an enormous sphere. I think it's supposed to be atlas, but on a budget, so it's hard to tell. There is a stoplight right by it, so we are frequently stopped right in front of it and it is a big conversational piece for us.
Much of the everyday "teaching" that I do with Layla happens in the car. It is some of the quietest, most uninterrupted time where she is not focused on other things, so we spend our travel time talking. A lot. And signing, laughing, playing I spy, and "reading" signs.
So today as we were stopped in front of the big statue, Layla pointed him out and said that he was holding a big circle. We talked a bit about what circle means, and that it's a shape, not really a "thing". A ball is shaped like a circle. At this point she informs me that the statue is holding a "big giant lollipop". Wow, "groovy", I say.
"He's sad".
"Why is he sad, Layla"?
"Because he has to hold a big giant lollipop all day, mama".
Well, duh. That should have been obvious.
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