"Oh, by the way, I mean to tell you that it's going to rain tomorrow. Ding."
An outsider to this exchange would have thought she's nuts. But, I knew why she interjected a random verb after the weather warning. The toaster went off. Why would she need to express this during our conversation? Because every time an appliance makes a noise, MacBaby says "Ding," then we reply, "Ding."
Toddler talk has penetrated our home. It's surprisingly hard to leave it there while interacting with other adults.
When MacDad and I go out by ourselves (rarely) and get in the car, we don't remark how we're on our way somewhere, we just say "let's go go." Similarly, I point out a dog, at least in my mind, every time one crosses my path." No longer do we wish each other good bye, but "bye bye." We no longer use the bathroom. We "go potty."
I suppose as his vocabulary improves, my toddler talk will dissipate. But, for now, I'll continue to conclude my meetings with "all done."
