As I walk into town, a young mother is coming the other way. The young child in her arms is at the "naming of things" stage - pointing at everything he sees, enunciating its name vigorously. His mother replies diligently, but clearly on autopilot.
Child: Gaaa! Gaaa!
Mother: That's right - car.
Child: Ka! Ka! Ka!
Mother: A cat - yes.
Child: Ree! Ree!
Mother: Yes, Kyle - a tree.
Child: Uss! Uss!
Mother: A bus is coming, is it?
Child: Ikk! Ikk!
Mother: Lot's of bricks.
Child: Gaaa! Gaaa!
Mother: Another car.
They are getting close to me, will pass me in a moment. Mother shifts her grip, rotating him slightly. He points straight at me, from about two metres away.
Child: Ogg! Ogg!
Mother: Yes ... no, Kyle - not "dog" - "man"!
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