Right now, my biggest source of entertainment is the toddler on the cusp of talking.

She “talks” a lot. And “sings.” With gusto. But the words are all her own secret language.

She just came in and ranted for a full minute. I occasionally interjected with an “Oh, no!” or “Really?” or “And then what?” She had hand gestures, and she stomped her feet. I caught the word “door” and what passes for “Jenny” and then finally she grabbed my hand and pulled. Off we went to see the source of her consternation, which seemed to be that Jenny had closed her bedroom door and she wanted in. Jenny opened the door, and the complaining stopped.