At some point on Saturday, Marin started quawk-ing. It isn’t a quack, and it isn’t a squawk. It’s her very own rendition of the two. And I got to wondering where on earth she picked that up. We play with a little toy duck at home, but I didn’t think we brought it out often enough for her to take notice of the noise it makes. I’m really not sure. I mean, I thought she would say other animal noises first because we “moo” and “baaaa” with the best of them around our house. But no, she chose quawk. And I love that she is making choices and showing us she is both listening and deciding.
When she quawked at an elderly lady in the elevator, I just grinned so big and proud. That’s my little duck, or parrot, umm or something.