|Two-year-old Emi samples an apple while she waits for the action to get underway.|
|Aya feeds the last of the bowlful into the juicer, as Emi fishes for strays.|
|Mother and daughter share a joke while finishing the operation.|
About a week ago, my niece Aya sent me a video clip of her two-year-old daughter Emi chopping up a carrot with a big knife. I was worried until I realized that the carrot was wooden, pre-cut into re-attachable chunks, and the knife equally harmless. A clue was that Emi's dad, my nephew Etienne, was standing beside her cutting up real carrots with a real knife, and not alarmed at all.
On Tuesday, Emi was busily helping her mother put a big bowl of cut-up fruits, greens, and yes, carrots, through a juicer to make a healthy drink for supper. Emi is learning several languages all at once -- French, Spanish and English -- so she has three different words for any given object. I don't know if her multilingual upbringing is responsible, but partway through the evening, I realized that Emi's efforts to say my name were reverting back to a familiar vegetable. It seems that I am Auntie Carrot.