Have you ever noticed how little kids often have a language of their own, and can communicate with one another?
My brother, Mr. Trick, did not talk early. According to my mother, he really had no need to. Mom said I was talking at 11 months, and I’ve never really shut up since.
She used to call upon the secret language of children to have me tell her what Mr. Trick wanted. She often told this tiny story, complete with sound effects which I cannot duplicate here, and comical facial expressions, again, cannot duplicate.
Mom: Why’s he crying, witchypoo?
witchypoo: Ba didddle blup do blug?
Mr. Trick: Gah googah gee bah bah.
witchypoo: He’s got a pain in his belly. He has to poop.
It’s official now. I’m a poop interpreter.
Natasha Says:
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