Chatterbox

One of the things I've been doing alot of in the last month is talking to myself and to my toys. It cracks my mom up. Here is a video that my mom took of me playing in the bath tub. You'll see that I rarely stop talking! What's more impressive is that my mom actually understands most of what I am saying. See if you can too! (My mom has typed out a transcript in case you have some difficulty. See below...)



Transcript:

Poki: Excuse me, bear. Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me. Ouch. Bonk. Dance! (???) dance! (???) dance! (???) dance! (???) dance! (???) dance! (???) Dance! Dance, giraffe! (hums, then begins singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star).
Oh giraffe?
Oh please, oh please, engine. Oh please. Oh please. Oh please. Oh please. Oh please, engine. Oh please. Oh please, dinosaur. Oh please. Oh, dinosaur… help us dinosaur…giraffe (???) here we go.
Other one…please. Other one (looks for other giraffe)… hmmm…
Tail. A Tail. Tail. Tail. Tail. Tail, Mom. Tail. Mommy, tail, Mom.
Mom: Who’s that, Carson?
Poki: Noah
Mom: That’s Noah? What’s he doing?
Poki: Head. Head--moooon head.
Mom: Does his hair look like a moon? I think that’s his hair. Do you think it looks like a moon—can I see?
Poki: Snowman
Mom: It does look like a moon!
Poki: Snowman. Snowman. Snowman.
Mom: That looks like a snowman?
Poki: Yeah…Noah’s Noah’s Noah’s Noah’s hair Noah’s hair
Mom:
Noah’s hair?
Carson do you want to sing a song?
Do you want to sing a song for Mommy?
Poki: (Sings Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star) —Zebra! See, see a zebra—zebra zebra…