"That's an eight!" I tell her. "It will take you four more years...
...of being you to be it!"
The 8 has fallen shhhh on its side asleep
...become an infinity.
"Ahhh...infinitas!"
My little infant this is what...you really are.
This unboundedness of you. An infinity of you.
Always after when asked what age she is
she'd always answer with a hearty laugh.
'I AM INFINITAS!"
She had danced and sung and sung and danced. Now she was tired she retired to her favourite place...climbing up on my lap and treadling like a kitten she settled down to watch Kirk Douglas with me. Kirk was being Spartacus and everyone was claiming to be him at this juncture. She had heard the famous line as "I AM SPARK PLUGS!" and now rested from her exertions of watching and trying to make sense of a Hollywood movie...she ran around all over again dancing and singing: "I'M SPARK PLUGS...NO I'M SPAR K PLUGS!"
I used to teach her her letters and her numbers by means of a peashooter and wooden coloured alphabet and gaudy colourful numbers. Rather like Sir Thomas Moore teaching his daughters their letters by means of archery. The 8 lying down and having a rest and becoming an infinity symbol led to her next great statement which she always loved to proclaim as her little self identity..."I....AM...INFINITAS!"