I remember a time when we couldn’t wait to hear our little guy talk. Actually talk, say some real words that we might be able to understand. We could have conversations, teach him things, and tell knock-knock jokes. Baby Babble is cute, but we looked forward to a time when he could finally carry on a conversation.
Our days were filled with words only a mother could understand. While the incoherent snippets of speech were cute, when darling little sentences started drooling out of his mouth we thought we were making forward progress. We can communicate with the alien!
Now we are back to babble. We’ve come full circle in 16 years of parenting.
He does actually talk. And although he does speak some pretty mean German, the bulk of what he says at home is supposedly in English.
We just don’t understand it.
One reason is that acronyms have taken over the language of the young, and if you can’t keep up with them you are SOL (I will say this is “so out of luck” for my readers who prefer I have a clean mouth). Throw in a few twists like quotes from movies we’ve never seen and references to books we’ve never read and our dinner conversations seem like a throw-back to baby babble times. With a deeper voice.
Added to this problem is the fact that he is very much into science and is taking three science classes this term. Hubs and I were business majors in college. Even if we had been science majors, I think the whole field has changed since back then. Those science dudes just keep discovering new stuff. Or making it up.
So much of what he tells us about his school day is cloaked in Forensic-speak or Physio-babble.
We still ask him what he did in school while we are eating dinner. But while he’s spewing science words and phrases (we think he makes half of them up), we politely nod and look interested. More acronyms, a few words that we remember from watching the whole glove scene in the OJ Simpson trial, and a hypothesis for his independent research project. More nodding, maybe an “I see” thrown in for brownie points.
The overwhelming sound of “duh” fills the air as he waits for some sort of question or comment from us.
Then we turn our attention to our daughter, asking about her day. How hard can it be to understand 7th grade?
OMG (that’s like “wow”)….did you know Pluto isn’t a planet anymore?