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Bwa Dah da Ooooh Waah Mah ma

This past week Cole started talking a little more than usual. His first clearly recognizable word was “Mama,” which of course had me feeling all different kinds of rejection. That is, until a little later into the week when he became obsessed with saying “Da da da da da.” Of course, we’ve never been alert enough to capture any of these clear as day recognitions of our parental love for our own prosperity, but we did steal a moment of him apparently rehearsing a scene from Star Wars. I’m not geeky enough to know which alien language he’s speaking here, but I’m pretty sure the Internet’s a good place to go for a translation.

Awwwww. Dangit he’s cute!

Oh–and just for your peace of mind, he was obviously quoting the Nigel/Marty dialog:

Nigel Tufnel: The numbers all go to eleven. Look, right across the board, eleven, eleven, eleven and…
Marty DiBergi: Oh, I see. And most amps go up to ten?
Nigel Tufnel: Exactly.
Marty DiBergi: Does that mean it’s louder? Is it any louder?
Nigel Tufnel: Well, it’s one louder, isn’t it? It’s not ten. You see, most blokes, you know, will be playing at ten. You’re on ten here, all the way up, all the way up, all the way up, you’re on ten on your guitar. Where can you go from there? Where?
Marty DiBergi: I don’t know.
Nigel Tufnel: Nowhere. Exactly. What we do is, if we need that extra push over the cliff, you know what we do?
Marty DiBergi: Put it up to eleven.
Nigel Tufnel: Eleven. Exactly. One louder.
Marty DiBergi: Why don’t you just make ten louder and make ten be the top number and make that a little louder?
Nigel Tufnel: [pause] These go to eleven.

What he said…

Really? Actually, I thought I heard a scene from Blazing Saddles, but I can settle for Tap.