Sign Language

Over dinner last night, I energetically did some sign language to my daughter, wanting her to pass me the food. After a moment of doing some vigorous hand gesticulation that was a mix of a Power Ranger combo move and what looked to be two gates opening and closing repetitively, my daughter Trisha gave up.

“What do you want, Daddy?”, she had asked.

“The vegetables!” I said.

“I couldn’t get it!”, piped in my son Daniel

“Oh”, I said, grabbing the incoming vegetable from my daughter, before adding calmly…

“It was an encrypted sign language!”

Both kids groaned.

Here’s from my family to yours during this auspicious occasion and season. Have a great Christmas. Be Safe!




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