Ever since my son was born we’ve had conversations. One-sided conversations of course but I’ve still talked to him about what was going on in the day. I’ve regularly asked him questions about how his day has been, what he wants to do or wear, always knowing that there will be no reply. But as he is now closing in on two, his vocabulary and understanding of what we say are growing every day. He still doesn’t have many phrases but tends to repeat words that he knows over and over again. Especially word for objects he knows and loves, as in “car, car, car, car.”
But last night, I felt as though we crossed the threshold into a two-sided conversation. Where I asked a question and he answered completely in context and with humour.
Me: Why does your poo smell like fried chicken?
Little Monkey: Bock, bock, bock, bock
I can only look forward to all the two-sided conversations yet to come.
