I saw some lady yesterday. She had on a white coat. She looked in my ears, stuck a stick in my mouth and squeezed my legs. When she left, some other lady came in and poked me with a needle. I don’t know what she thought she was doing, but if she wanted me to scream, I didn’t. I just said "aaaah". Then mommy picked me up. She said it was to keep bad things out of my body. Well, I don’t know what she was thinking either, cause that needle didn’t feel good at all. If that needle wasn’t a bad thing, I don’t want to know what bad things in my body feel like!
Speaking of saying aaaah, apparently, this lady in a white coat thinks I should be talking. She asked mommy if she was worried I’m not talking. She laughed, "No!". I love my mommy 
The lady in that white coat, I guess she thinks someone my age finds it quite easy to say, "mommy, I’m going up the stairs, OK?" I look at my mom or dad, laugh, and get going right up those stairs. Why talk about it??! While daddy was writing this for me, just now, I brought him a book, smiled, and said, "uh". Now, if I wanted to say, "daddy, could you please read me a book?" maybe I would have. But I don’t. It’s much easier for me to say "uh" and smile than it is to carry on a conversation. Besides, what’s the best I could do? "Dada uh uh!" or "dada boo pea". I’d sound like a crazy person walking around with a book in my hand saying "dada boo pea". "Uh" works for me, and works for my daddy and mommy too
