This is what Baby Harbat says when she sees the ocean. Actually, it’s pronounced ‘wa-wa’. In the last two weeks, she’s started to create compound phrases like “More water” (pronounced ma-mai wa wa) and “thank you Babbo” (pronounced shee-shoo babbu). She also has achieved self awareness and points to her chest and yells her name. This blows my frickin’ mind. When she was little, I told myself I’d mark the exact moment when she surpassed every other non-human on earth in intelligence. I think it already happened. As far as I know, no animal other than homo sapiens sapiens has the cognitive ability to recognize itself, construct compound sentences, and recognize abstracted images (How does she know Hello Kitty is a cat? It looks like a bobble-headed sectoid.) But far more amazing is that she already knows local gang signs. Here she is flashing the SoCal Muthas:
After she flashed me that sign, she asked that I hook her up with some hydraulics for her cart. Well, okay. But no gold teeth. See, I am a responsible parent.
Incidentally, the garden cart has proved itself to be perfect for cruising on the beach. After regarding the incoming line of foam as a potential danger, she retreated to the cart to lie in supine felicity.
Does that pose remind you of someone?
Jabba the Harbat *giggle*