The 2 year old – talks.
She wakes up talking, talks while she’s playing, talks while she’s eating, talks while she’s in the car, talks in her sleep.
When she was a chubby, frustrated baby, I used to wish so hard that she could just tell me what was going on with her. She learned a little sign language, but not enough to let me know what she was thinking, how she was processing her surroundings.
I’m getting my wish, now.
The other day, we’re in her room, she’s playing, I’m putting away laundry.
“You kid, I be mom?”
Pretending is her favorite thing to do. I’m down with that.
“OK. What would the kid say?”
“How ’bout ‘Git me dooce’?'”
“Get me juice! Get me a snack! I want a blanket!” Role playing. “I want stuff and I want it NOOOOOW!”
“OK, I git you dat.”
I don’t know what to say. She left out the eye-rolling, the sighing, the “Just wait a minute! Can’t you see I’m busy?” that she usually gets.
“Thanks Mom. Can I get you anything? What do you need?”
She cocks her head to one side, looks quizzical.
“Oh no, Mommies don’t need anything!”