Conversing With Brother
By Peter Stewart

My brother is a funny kid. When he was first born he cried and cried. He cried so much that I would avoid his room. But now I can’t wait to walk in first thing in the morning. He turns and smiles at me and makes my day.

 

Mom says that he is just learning how to talk. Let me tell you, that’s a big improvement over all the squeaking he used to do.

 

His first word was “Dada.” Mom would say, “Say mama,” and he would say, “Dada.” Dad loved that. Actually, “Dada” was his first and only word, so he used it for everything. Dada meant daddy, mommy, kitty, yogurt, car and dog.

 

At least when I was his age I would point to a dog and say, “Bow-wow.” My mom said that was the only word I used for two months. You could hear me going for a walk in my stroller throughout the entire neighborhood going, “Bow wow, Bow wow!”

 

But now my brother has many more words, and I am my brother’s interpreter. And even if he doesn’t say the word just right, I know exactly what he means. You know how? Because I’ve cracked his code. I know that:

 

“Buffly” means butterfly.

“Moodow” means cow.

“Kack kack” means duck.

“Bink” means binky.

“Who hot” means too hot.

“Ahdon” means all done and he is ready to get down from his high chair. Actually we can tell when he’s all done because he starts throwing his peas onto the floor.

 

And now “Dada” means daddy. And he can say “Mama,” too. Mom likes that.

 

That’s it. Eight words. But I know more will come. I know he will be all right. You know why?

 

Because yesterday he said, “Bow wow.”

 

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Peter Stewart is an author, lecturer, performer and composer. Currently, he is the director of Sing and Learn Music and leader of the Potato Chip Band. His website is: www.peter-stewart.com.