I am a second wife; my husband is older and has a grown
daughter. She has a child which makes my young sons uncles. Taryn is her
daughter and we love her. The boys are so fond of her and think she is so cute,
which she is. At one point in her life, as with all children, we couldn’t understand
a single word she would say. She’d chatter up a storm and laugh a lot but we
had to kind of figure out what it was that she was after. One morning, after
she stayed the night with us, Adam, quite matter-of-factly, was telling me that
all babies speak Spanish and that is why many people can’t understand them. I
was enthralled; I asked how he knew this. He explained to me that he remembers
back to when he was a baby and that he spoke Spanish and when he got bigger it
turned to English as is the case with all babies. I did try to explain that
babies are trying to learn to form words with their little mouths and that it
isn’t really a question of English or Spanish but rather what language they are
exposed to. Nope, he wasn’t buying that. We left it at “babies speak Spanish”…for
now.
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