Dear Marshall,
You haven’t spoken any real words yet, but you babble all the time, saying things like, “Ogda dadadadabababamama dogda.” You also make a clicking noise with your tongue. Your father and I thought it was so cute that we started clicking back at you, and you loved it. Now your face lights up every time we “talk” to you with clicks. It’s as if you know the click is yours and that we are imitating you, rather than the other way around (you babbling in imitation of us). Click click, Little One.
Love,
Mom
P.S. That’s quite enough raspberrying, though. You sound like the Bog of Eternal Stench, and your diaper smells like it! 😉