Frog is talking a lot more.
He’s mainly babbling some language that prompts us to nod and pretend like we understand every word uttered from his mouth.
He cracks me up when he calls for me.
I’m not Mama
or even Mom.
And it’s enunciated as if he is a 45 year old greasy dude from Brooklyn wearing a wife beater T-shirt, hollering for his 80 year old mother.