Understanding each other is hard enough, even when we're face to face and can pick up facial expressions and body language, which psychologists say carry 60% of the communication.
When I'm driving, I'm deprived of that 60% because the 2-year-old sits right behind me. Not to mention that since I'm driving in L.A. 90% of my brain has to be devoted to the road . . .
Michael: Me wissen dum dah.
Me (thinking, Ooh, this should be easy. I already got the first two words!): You want to listen to something?
Michael: Uh-huh! Me wissen dum dah.
Me: You want to listen to . . . uh . . .
Michael: Me wissen dum dah!
Me: uh . . . do you want to listen to Finding Nemo?
Michael (amused at Daddy's typical silliness): No Nemo! Dum dah!
Me: Snow White?
Michael (with the tone of You idiot!): No, dum dah. Dum dah!
Michael (now irate): No! No! Dum dah! Dum dah!
Me (smart enough, at least, not to suggest Veggie Tales, which is "Dedgie" in Michael-speak, and deciding to switch strategies): Do you want to listen to a story?
Michael: No! Dum Dah!
Me: Do you want music?
Michael: Yeth! Dum dah!
Me (relieved that now it's just a process of elimination): Do you want Kirk Franklin?
Michael: No! Me wissen dum dah!
Me: Chris Tomlin?
Michael (in tears): No!
Me (the light dawning): Tim McGraw?
Michael: Yeth! Dum Dah! Dum Dah!
I've never been so ecstatic about putting the Tim McGraw cd in the player.
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Glad you were able to figure out what he was saying. I couldn't and we almost didn't make it home that day...
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