Ever since Jonah was born, practically, I’ve been clicking my tongue at him. My mother always said she used to do that for me, and that I’d found it fascinating and imitated her.
I click my tongue and Jonah looks. I click my tongue in melodies too. He likes that.
I also open and close my mouth to make a pop-pop sound, like what one might hear in a fish tank.
Lately he’s been popping his mouth open and closed. Maybe imitating that, or us talking.
Today, just now, when he came off the boob, his tongue got stuck on the roof of his mouth, and slid off with a satisfying tschick.
!
He looked at me. I clicked my tongue at him. He smiled, tried it again.
And there we were.
Click.
Click click.
Click click.
Smiles.
Click.
Back and forth.
A-maz-ing!