Being a pretty verbal person myself, one of my all-time favorite developments of parenthood is watching our children learn to talk. They go from a language of (approximate) imitation, that only you can understand, to an explosion of understanding and then the creation of their own, new ideas. Such as this conversation I had with Eden the other day:
Eden: Do you like Bob Dylan?
Me: Why, do you?
Eden (shocked): No! I don't like Bob Dylan.
Me: Well, a lot of people don't.
Eden: He puts black holes in CANDYLAND!
Me: What?! And then what?
Eden (indignantly): We have to cut them out!
Me: And...then what?
Eden: BROKEN CANDYLAND!
Whoa. Like talking to somebody on acid, but way more kinetic energy.