Conversations

Ever have a conversation with a 2 year old?  They say some of the most amazing things.  I am certain that has to do with the way their little tiny minds are always whirling and swirling at top speed, far beyond any adult comprehension.  One evening I had the pleasure of such a conversation.  Mr D was in the midst if some terribly convoluted interaction that involved several toy zoo animals,  a truck,  and one of his sister's  ugly baby dolls (when did baby dolls become so hideous? ), when he suddenly leaped up and insisted I "sit here mommy".  Being a good mommy,  I did as I was directed.
With a very serious look on his face, Davey proceeded to explain to me how "Hucy walk in the woad", and that "Daddy werkin".  We then discussed how "Baby went night night" and that he liked the moon but not so much the wind.  All this was totally spontaneous on his part,  my participation was mainly limited to nodding.
When he first came to us, Davey had some horrendous chronic ear infections.  Needless to say his hearing was not great - the doctors commented that they were amazed he could hear us at all.  This brought about the need for ear tubes etc.  With the tubes, his ears cleared up and wonder of wonders - he could hear.  But due to the loss of hearing during the first, well basically year and a half of his life, we found that he was a little behind in speech.  Nothing to be alarmed about but enough so that it was suggested he work with a therapist.
A year later and whamo...we are now in the presence of a small talking machine.  He can't get the words out fast enough!  I watched him playing last night.  He spent the better part of an hour carefully racing around the living room.  Basically he was serving 'tea' to the dogs, his sister, me, the toy trucks and the various tiny plastic animals.  In between servings he 'ca-cuumed' the living room with the toy popper, brushed "Hucy" with a whisk broom and found Alivia's 'lost' sock-shoe-cup.  The whole time he was jabbering away, nonstop.
The best part is the conversations with his sister.  They are a mixture of real speech and that ever musical nonsense that only small children and animals understand.  It is amazing to me to watch their little faces as they go through a wide range of facial expression during what is always a very in-depth conversation.  Without actually being able to translate, it is apparent that they range from extremely serious to pure delight.
Davey turns 3 this month.  Already he is talking more and more like a 'real person'.  He is already loosing that 'baby-face' and turning into a little boy right before my eyes.  It is only a matter of time before he loses that whimsical jabber of toddler-speak as well.  I know it is part of growing up, but I miss that little guy already...