Late yesterday as I was getting off work, my next door neighbor and her young daughter were sitting on their porch. I waved and said, "Hi!"
"Hi!" the little girl responded. Then she, very excited, launched into full on Pebbles Flintstone. "Bada dadi dodi gadda gidda da nehhi blochta hehaw!" I could actually feel the confused expression growing on my face as she talked.
Her mother then explained, "She said she got a pedal bike at her fourth birthday party and she's learning to ride it."
I looked back at the daughter. "Mommy and Daddy are teaching you to ride a bike?"
She began another run on sentence. "Yes! Haha bingo blah suppri didi haha no a aat ya ya!"
Mom said, "Yes they are, and it's fun, and one day I'll teach my baby sister to ride hers!"
"Good for you!" I told the girl.
I'm glad she's so happy, but I was most grateful for the translator. It's been decades since I had to speak toddler.
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