When the dinosaurs at the Lawrence Hall of Science roar, some kids get scared or run away.
I roar back.
Roaring is one of my favorite forms of communication. I much prefer it to words, except "CAR!" which kind of sounds like a roar anyway ("GHRAH!")
I understand almost everything people say to me, but I refuse to talk back. It's kind of a contest of wills -- they think they can make me talk, but I know I can make them do my bidding without talking if I just point and scream and have a tantrum.
But I am very cuddly and loving, too, really I am, and the way I say "Mamaaa" and "Dadaaaa" it sounds like a long, loving, relieved sigh of love.
I am starting to make animal sounds. I know a cat goes meow, but I say "Maow." A cow goes "Mmm." A pig goes "Oah."
I am a teeny bit TV addicted in the morning when I first wake up. Other times, too, although I'm getting more into books so reading is an acceptable alternative. But not at 6:30 am. Then only Sendung Mit Der Maus or Bob the Builder will do. I say "Mau!" for Maus.
