talk 001

Her nasal mumbles to an imaginary audience sputtered out viscous drool around her as she precessed now and then under the influence. Influence of gravity that is. She carefully placed the tweety bird on my palm when I extended my hand, as I lay down on the couch. A few seconds later, she took it back. I did not move my hand. She was busy with the toy. A few moments later I showed the other palm. She repeated the same steps again. She did not get bored for the next five times. Then she got distracted by a noise from the outside. She dropped the bird absently on my hand and hurried on her toes to the entrance and stood there looking outside. Her silhouette, with a bright halo, was stalk still, rapt in attention. A moment later she hurried back in, on her toes, shrieking with joy. She got distracted by the tweety bird again and took it from me and started to explore it with her mouth. I didn't have to guess what she saw. "uh!" she said, wide eyed and open mouthed, an expression that said: "have you not understood yet?". "Oh, of course. I understand", I said and smiled at her. She left it at that and went back to chewing the toy. Sometimes I take away the toy and put the side of my palm under the gums and watch her not being able to bite with a mouth that's now too full. I got reminded of Charlie Chaplin being fed corn by a machine. I laughed out aloud. She responded in kind. That was a good conversation, I thought. I said thanks. I opened my eyes. She closed hers.