Evan is babbling away these days. He really thinks he’s saying something, as he looks at you expectantly after finishing a “sentence.” About the only things we can understand him saying are “Mama” and “Dada.” And yet, these do not mean what you think they are. Just now after dinner, Evan was reaching for his sweet potato puffs, saying “Mama, mama, mama.” Interpretation: “I want, I want, I want.” Then, he pulled down the plastic bins in which we store toys, climbed up on one and said, “Dada, dada, dada.” Interpretation: “I’m doing something dangerous! Look at me!”
Then he fell off, and cried. No interpretation necessary.