It is very loud at my house these days. It is impossible to get a word in when Yogi is around and of course, Yogi is always around. He is either babbling or chanting one word over and over and over and over. That word is either something he wants right.this.minute:
Crack-a (Graham Cracker)
Ga-Ga (Water - I have no idea how this developed)
or a word that he’s picked out of whatever you just said. If I say “Let’s go downstairs and let Baker out”, he says “Bak-a, Bak-a” for the next twenty minutes. This is only a slight exaggeration.
Most of the time it’s adorable, but sometimes it feels like a punishment for my own abuse of the repeat play function. I’m one of those people who falls in love with a book/song/movie and wants to read/listen/watch it over and over. And over. My freshman college room mate threatened to break my Counting Crows CD into a million pieces after one too many Anna Begins.
So, I understand the impulse. When you’re really into something it’s hard not to just turn it over and over in your hands. But sometimes it’s also nice to have a little quiet time. Just a little.