Bouncing baby ba-ba-ba

I think my favorite part of the weekend occurred in a casual restaurant when my adorable granddaughter kept trying to communicate with the people at the next table, which was a real trick since her vocabulary consists primarily of babbling and blowing raspberries. She's a very social child, always eager to know anyone who wanders into her awareness, and people respond to her "ba-ba-ba" by talking back in that voice adults use with babies, a syrupy voice full of sparkles and sunshine, the vocal equivalent of a trip to the bouncy castle. I wouldn't want to hear that voice uninterrupted 24 hours a day, but after a week characterized by greater than normal levels of rancor, whining, and awkwardness, spending some bouncy time with a baby provides a welcome break.