Yesterday afternoon, Claire was in her crib “napping,” and I was eavesdropping.
Here is a quick taste of the conversation she was having:
(She said all this without barely stopping for a breath, but I’ve tried to separate her sentences into groups to better facilitate the meaning. I haven’t changed the order; I’ve just added the breaks…)
Are you okay? Are you okay? Puppy, are you okay? You bonked your head? Here, let me kiss it. All better? Is it all better? It’s all better!
(singing) Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! I got five stars!! (clapping) Yay! I got five stars!!
Haaaaaaaaaappy Birthday!! What are you doin’, silly person? What are you doin’? I’m talkin’ to you on the phone. I wanna talk to her. I wanna talk to him.
I don’t wanna go nighty-night. I don’t wanna play in the office. Momma’s typin’.
Are you happy? Does that make you happy? Daddy’s happy! Momma’s happy! I’m happy! Yay! (clapping)
It’s not your turn. It’s MY turn. I’m not a goofball. YOU’RE a goofball. Momma’s a goofball.
I could go on, but you get the picture. 
I love how toddlers tap into a constant stream of consciousness when it comes to the conversations they have. It’s like everything we’ve ever said to her, or said around her, is dumped into a bucket, stirred a couple times and then poured out. This happens when she’s talking to people on the phone, and it happens when she’s chatting in her bedroom.
I love the combination of things she puts together and how she takes not only the words but the concepts and figures out how to rearrange them. It’s amazing how astute her observations are…
I mean, “Momma’s a goofball.” is not only hilarious but quite true…most days, anyway.
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That’s so funny to read about. Zach is just starting to put two words together but he goes on and on rambling about who knows what. He likes to mimic talking without using actual words.
I’m glad she summed up who was really the goofball. That ended that debate with Puppy.
She sounds adorable! And manners too, that’s the best of both worlds.