The other day Scott, Soren, and I were in the car, doing errands. Soren was sitting up in his new forward-facing carseat, enjoying the view and babbling contentedly.
Out of the blue, his babbling (which is usually very spit- and grunt-based) changed.
"Mamamamama."
Surprised, but wanting to reinforce this pleasant turn of events, I turned around and looked at him. "What is it, honey?"
"Juz!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. We don't have any juice right now."
"Nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh!" And he dissolved back into incoherency, albeit with a lot more whining.
Scott and I laughed about the coincidence, not sure that Soren could understand a word we were saying and quite positive that he had no clue what he was saying.
But first thing the next morning, while I was carrying into the kitchen, he demanded "Juz juz juz!" over and over until I gave him the sippy cup.
Out of the blue, his babbling (which is usually very spit- and grunt-based) changed.
"Mamamamama."
Surprised, but wanting to reinforce this pleasant turn of events, I turned around and looked at him. "What is it, honey?"
"Juz!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. We don't have any juice right now."
"Nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh nuh!" And he dissolved back into incoherency, albeit with a lot more whining.
Scott and I laughed about the coincidence, not sure that Soren could understand a word we were saying and quite positive that he had no clue what he was saying.
But first thing the next morning, while I was carrying into the kitchen, he demanded "Juz juz juz!" over and over until I gave him the sippy cup.
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