Carey is too busy or too intimidated to share stories, so she shares them with me, and I post them here. It's a little like the "Telephone" game, so excuse me if something is not quite right in the retelling.
Anyway... Greta pretty much talks all the time. She goes to bed babbling and wakes up babbling. Many of the words are perfectly recognizable: "Mommy, Daddy, meow, airplane, train, teeth." But a whole bunch of them just sound like gibberish to her parents. So Carey's begun playing semanticist, trying to decipher whatever it is Greta's trying to communicate. In the car on the way home from daycare some evenings, Greta will urgently repeat a word or a few words, something like, say, "mippy seemy baht." Carey will repeat a few words that sound vaguely like whatever she's heard. "Sippy cup?" "No," says Greta. "You saw a bird?" "No," says Greta. "You don't like bats?" "No," says Greta.
Then Carey will say, "Mippy seemy baht," and Greta will nod her heard three times and reply, "Yeah, okay!"
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