That is all.

A five-year-old is quiet on a Tuesday evening, which is a thing that happens approximately every Tuesday evening in every house in this country.

I said, at the time, “Are you sleepy, baby?”

And she said, “Mm.”

Recordings thirty-three to ninety-one. Fourteen months.

She is slow.

Her sentences have a gap in the middle of them.

She looks off to the left of the camera before she answers, which I read for fourteen months as a child checking with an adult and which was a child trying to locate a question she had already been asked.