Engaging Dinner Conversations

My grand daughter enjoys meals at the table now.  Some of what she says sounds like a mixture of red tailed hawk and pterodactyl dinosaur combined with sounds that only bats and some dogs can hear.  Wowser.  She doesn't do a lot of mimicking yet even though we try.  We say, "Bah bah bah" and Ma ma ma" and "Pa pa pa" and even "Grandma Grandma Grandma."  She doesn't mimic that.  But at dinner last night she did start to mimic, "Pbbbbbbttt!"So we started to talk raspberry language.  We started with a dainty, "Ah, pbbt!"  We moved on to a lung emptying "Pbbbbbbbbbbbbbttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt."  We rolled our tongues.  We pressed our lips against our arms to blow.  We could have talked about politics, the new world order, ISIS or global warming.f  We raspberried loudly, softly, high and low.  We raspberried questions and we raspberried Christmas songs.  It was hilarious because she was an equal contributor to the raspberry conversation.  Her raspberries had us in stitches.  We laughed so hard!  Never were raspberries this entertaining. We Bronx cheered the night away.