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Is There An Echo In Here Or Is That Just My Son Mimicking Me?

Monday, November 5th, 2012

23 months.

From what I remember about the Eighties, and maybe I’m making this up, but I feel like there was this plush parrot toy that immediately repeated whatever you just said. You didn’t even have to squeeze its wing to make it do it.

Well, that’s what my 23-month-old son currently reminds me of.

One night Jack had just gotten out of the bath and was stumbling around the bathroom, in desperate need of sleep.

“He’s like a drunk baby,” I commented to my wife.

“Drunk… baby,” Jack repeated.

What made it especially hilarious is that he said it so monotone and melancholy, like Ben Stein, or at best, a sad cartoon puppy.

Now I know I can’t say “drunk baby” out loud in front of him.

I also realize now that one of my wife’s catchphrases is, “That’s creepy.” Whether referring to a segment on the local news about a haunted ghost tour or just driving down the road and seeing vultures eating the remains of a possum, Jack recognizes the phrase as something he needs to include in his vocabulary.

There’s something funny about a toddler saying, “That’s creepy.”

He doesn’t know the word “scary” yet, but he knows “creepy.”

Last weekend while on vacation in California with my wife’s family, we had to keep reminding everyone that Jack would definitely repeat any new words he heard.

And he did.

Hopefully he’ll forget all about “the s-word” for a while.

While Jack can decently repeat any phrase he hears, that doesn’t necessarily mean he knows the meaning of the words he uses. I assume that eventually comes next.

As for now, he is having fun repeating the words he hears adults use. And to be honest, I’m having fun hearing him repeat all the random stuff I say throughout the course of a day.

For example, at this point could I probably teach him to say, “Beam me up, Daddy?”

Yes, and I shall.

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My First-Ever Conversation With My 21 Month-Old Son

Friday, September 7th, 2012

21 months.

It seems like only yesterday, but actually, it was just a few hours ago.

As I was strapping Jack in his car seat, I very casually made what I thought was a one-sided conversation:

“Jack, did you do anything cool today at school?

“I played,” he (actually!) responded back.

“You did?!” I asked, just to make sure I really heard what I thought I did.

“Yeah,” he replied.

He was indeed sure that the cool thing he did at school was to play. He could have said “nap time” instead. But my son likes playing at day care!

Who knew? Go figure.

That’s it. That was the end of our first-ever conversation.

The moment was magical, like having a puppy suddenly talk to you in a classic Disney movie or something; where the human character says to the enchanted animal: “You can talk?”

Sure, it wasn’t the longest conversation, but it was the first-ever banter I’ve carried on with my son, in which I didn’t just simply ask a yes or no question.

So now I’m thinking about how from here on out, I need to be aware he may be understanding what I’m saying whenever I’m talking. After all, he could jump in and comment at any moment.

I guess I need to start asking him more open-ended questions, too:

“Jack, why do you think Here Comes Honey Boo Boo got more viewers than the Republican National Convention?”

I imagine his response:

“Well, if that’s even true, which I doubt it is, then I would say it’s similar to the reasons people go to see movies. Some go for entertainment or enlightenment, while others go to escape. Evidently, that night, more people were wanting to escape.”

What a clever and informed son I have. I wish he would have spoken up sooner.

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