Babel
Oliver was so excited to tell Amélie something that he could barely get his words out. I heard a stream of meaningless syllables.
Me- Oliver, slow down, I can’t understand a word you are saying. You sound like this: amorifashlimitarbydok.
Amélie- I understood him, Papa.
Me- You did? Sheesh! It must be some secret kid language that I don’t understand.
Amelie after a minute to think- Well, papa, there is a grown up language that I don’t understand.
Me- Right. And you know what, honey? I don’t understand that one too well either.

