Esther and I have the most intelligent conversations. Granted, typically our dialogue is one-sided. But every now and then she’ll bay or moan or get all crazy and wild-eyed.
It has come to my realization, however, that I don’t hear myself when Esther and I talk. If I did hear myself, I’d probably tone it down a notch, I’d probably not repeat the same line over and over and over and over…
But I can’t help it. She’s so daggone wiggly and cute.
In the quiet of the morning, this is a typical conversation with Esther (I paid attention this morning to be sure to get it right):
*High pitched squeal* OOOOOOooOOoOoOOOOoooooh!
Esther! EstherEstherEsther! Hi, cutie pie! Hi, cutie pie! Hi, cutie-pa-tootie pie! Tootie toot toot. Tootie Toot Toot!
What are you doing? What are you DOOOOING? (“Doing” gets kinda squeaky.)
*singing* Esther in the mooooorning! Esther in the mooooooorrrrnning! (It’s our song)
Your belly? You’re gonna show me your belly? (*Another squeal.*) OOOOOOooOOoOoOOOOoooooh! Esther’s belly! Esther’s bellllly! I’ll give you a belly rub. Yes, I’ll give you a belly rub! Yes, rub your belly. Whatcha doin’? Ooooh, kick kick kick. Kick kick kick. Is she shiverin’? You shiverin’, my love? Whatcha doin’? What are you doooooing?
I love you. ILoveYouILoveYouILoveYouuuuuuu. Yes, I do. YesIDoYesIDoYesIDO!
Outside? Well sure. Back inside? Well sure.
Couch! C’mon. Couch! There she is. There’s my little bean. My little bean. My little Esther bean. I’ll kiss your face. Yes, ma’am, I’ll kiss your face. OooOooOoooOOh, she’s so soft! She’s so soft! So soft behind the ears. So soft behind the ears! My little girl. Myyyyyyy little girl. Hi, my little pony. She’s a pony. Yeah, she’s a pony.
What do you say to your pets?
(That’s Esther getting a typical ear massage. —->)