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I want morer of Willow's "morers"

When Willow says the word, it drips from her lips like honey.
And it lands on my and Mommy's ears like honey, soothing our tired and achy cores.
It's the sweetest thing, when Willow does something she likes, such as dancing in circles to my rendition of "Ring Around the Roses," then looks up to me with those big baby eyes, taps out the sign with her hands and utters in her angelic voice, "more?"
She wants more, and Che and I will do anything to give more to her, especially if this sweetness keeps oozing from her.
Willow has been doing the sign for "more" for months. She doesn't do the sign correctly, but we don't care. The sign is tapping the tips of your bunched up fingers together. That's the way I perceive it, though I'm sure it's probably the same sign a TV producer gives to a news anchor encouraging her to "stretch it out" for just a few more seconds until commercial break.
But that's not how Willow does it. She taps the tip of her index finger into the palm of her other hand, as if she's a bookie pointing out where he wants you to put the money you owe him.
She did that sign for months when she wanted more cereal or more milk. She stopped for a while then realized she could use the same sign to get me to keep throwing her in the air or to get Mommy to keep tickling her.
Then that drop of honey came.
One day, Willow started saying "more" while doing the sign.
As with most toddlers' first words, the word doesn't sound like it's supposed to, and that makes it all the more precious.
Willow's version of "more" is two syllables, as in "mohr-er," with the first syllable drawn out and the second a touch of whimsy to punctuate the word. The effect is her tightening up the word and finishing it off. You can probably say the word like she does, just say "morer," but draw out that first syllable for a second or two and drop off that second syllable as if you were asking for something.
But the more I think about it the more I think Willow has it right.
After all, when we're asking for more, don't we really mean we want even more than more implies.
Don't we want morer?

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