Baby's first...proper conversation
This morning I had what I consider to be the first proper conversation with my son. Sure we have questions and answers, and up to three word sentences. While this wasn't a conversation about the state of the global economy, nor was it totally interactive, bi-directional, a true dialogue.
I normally phone home on a Thursday and Friday morning to see how he is, what time he got up, if he's in good spirits. This morning I hadn't even seen MOTS as she had gone through to him at 4 this morning on a mission reminiscent of Saving Private Ryan - the puppy hunt. She stayed there, so I left without saying goodbye to anyone. I rang a little earlier than normal, firstly interrupting a nappy change, so rang back in the middle of breakfast.
MOTS put the boy on. The first voice on the phone was his:
BOY: "Hiya." DADDY: "Hello, son. What are you doing?" BOY: "Breakfast. Milk." Daddy was about to ask "And what else?" but got headed off: BOY: "Water." DADDY: "And your water, too?""What's the story in..." BOY: "It's a bus." DADDY: "Is there a bus in Ballamory?" BOY: "Bus, bus!" DADDY: Something mushy... BOY: "Bye bye Daddy." Two noises down the phone as he kisses it.
A fully structured conversation, I'm well chuffed this morning.
