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Picture it: Wednesday, February 7, 2007. Andri and I were in Sign-a-Song (a child and parent class that includes singing and American Sign Language). While I tried to quickly contort my fingers into the ASL alphabet during the “alphabet challenge”, Andri crawl-scooted away to his neighbor’s mat. He smiled up at the mommy, put one hand out as if to gently stroke the cheek of the baby girl while his other hand deftly moved in for the sippy cup. We, both mommies that is, moved in to intercept and Andri’s attempt at thievery was thwarted but he was not deterred. He moved on the the next mat, this one with a mommy and twins. The mommy was distracted by the singing and signing and there were two sippy cups to be had. This time I had to dash across the room and grab him just as he was about to put the cup in his mouth. I tried to tempt him to use his own sippy cup but that would only entertain him for a moment before he tossed it aside and went in search of new and therefore more interesting sippy cups. For some of the class I sat alone on our mat singing and signing and for the rest I was popping up to retrieve my sweet little puddin’ as he went about his investigation of sippy cups, bagels and diaper bags. I don’t know how much sign language he’s learning but I think it’s safe to say he likes the class.