So we skipped the baby sign language thing but Penelope has found her own way to communicate with us...by clucking. Not in a chicken sorta of way but more like "The God's Must Be Crazy" sorta way. Like she is desperately trying to tell us what she is thinking about life with the snap of her tongue. I fear she learned it from me, I fear I do it without realizing it and she's picked it right up. As soon as she sees me...cluck, cluck, cluck.
I think it's adorable, now. Not so much when she is entering her teen years.
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