Talking

This morning Carter was talking with Brayden. I was in Brayden’s bathroom preparing all of his morning medications. I was listening.
Carter said, “Brayden what are you going to be when you grow up? I am going to be a zookeeper. You can be something like a zookeeper. Mommy, what do you think Brayden wants to be?”
I replied, “Well Carter, I am not sure what Brayden will be. He is probably going to spend a lot of his life with mommy and daddy. Since he cannot see very well, sit up, walk or talk. It might be hard for him to leave home.”
Carter looked at me with a face of disagreement. “Mommy, Brayden talks all of the time.”
I asked, “What do you mean?”
Carter went on to demonstrate several of Brayden’s noises, of which he can perfectly mimic. Sometimes so well that I have to ask who made the noise. “This noise is his happy noise…This one is when he wants you…He cries when he is sad and tired. Brayden knows how to talk.”

I said, “You are right buddy, he does have his own way of talking and he loves that you know that.”