My son is lots of things... budding artist, daredevil, climber, thrower, pouter, and cuddler. But he's definitely not a linguist.
It's not as I'm wishing for him to tell me "Good morning dear father, and how enjoyable was work last night?" I just wish there was more to our conversations than grunts, clicks, some whale song, and "Ma", "Da", "Itty" and maybe "Peas" or "Uice".
He's clever, he knows what your talking about, and he can put into or take out of the refrigerator a cold beverage.
It's just the frustration of us not knowing what he's always trying to say - it just grates on the nerves (ours and his).
Someday, I'll look back at this and think "God, please have him be quiet for just 15 min".
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