When my daughter was a toddler, like many, we used to joke it often sounded like she was speaking a different language. She talked early and often, but at times only my husband and I could understand her.
As she got even older, and we were still sometimes the only ones that could understand everything she said, some started suggesting something might be wrong.
Maybe it was because I was still recovering from severe postpartum depression at this point, but that bothered me so much at first.
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