Some things have been said recently, and I aint real sure what they are. I am leaving myself open to them, cause I utter phrases like “aint” with reckless abandon.

• upper – the window in the up position
• downer – open the window already!
• ung? – i am not sure i approve of this proposal
• unnng? – i am pretty sure i do not approve of this proposal
• NOOOOOO! – I am absolutely sure that this proposal will signal the onset of Armageddon
• huh? – tell me more of this proposal of which you speak
• forgeter – I want to impress upon you the importance of remembering what I am saying
• you missed – i dropped it
• cookie store – grocery store
• i want… – i want what you just told me i can’t have, and my mouth is working faster than my brain trying to come up with a response
• daddy daddy daddy daddy? – validate me

G’s communication skills could be graphed.   One axis with vocabulary, the other with relevance, and a curve displaying impact.   As she has gotten smarter and more skilled, her timing and use of intonation has become profound.   Many times she needs to dial back the amplitude, or at least the rpms.

A tribute to her abilities is that I can understand the random words she makes up, because they all make perfect sense.   Amazing indeed just how intuitive they are.   George Bush did it for 8 years, so why not?

On the upside, there are no mysteries remaining as to what is going on in G’s head.   Why is a different question.   “We need the cart to the toothpaste aisle!”   Its perfectly clear.   Why the immediate threat to oral hygiene is occurring…less so.   Will I make it out of the grocery store without a full blown tantrum…depends on whether or not i indulge her until she realizes just how unexciting toothpaste is.

When G is happy and running along at the mouth, it makes spending time with her very very easy.   Nod and ask a question or two, and every so often suggest what you want to have happen within the context of the conversation.

Me: *walking in the door*
G: Here’s my new baby bunny.   Baby bunny is hungry. bunny hippity hops hippity hops.   He wants to give you a hug.   He’s hugging you.   he’s in your sleeve.
Me: Wow I better take off my coat

I’m a genius!

Its like talking to the really dumb cashier when you know you will get to use an expired coupon if you’re just nice about it.   Or when you get cornered by boring blabbermouths at holiday parties.   The difference between G and the Project Manager’s dullard husband is that she knows when you are bullshitting her.

G:The bunny wants something to eat.   He’s hungry.   hippity hop hippity hop. he wants…he wants…grass, he wants cookies.   Daddy can we goto the Cookie Store?
Me: you’re in your jammies silly.
G: ung? I want…I wanna goto the cookie store. daddy daddy daddy daddy?
Me: no.
G: unnnng?
Me: What bout carrots, bunnies love carrots
G: huh?   ok!   Gimme.   uh oh, you missed.