So the other morning I jokingly said “Hey Barrett, look,” and proceeded to make a bulldog face at him. You know, when you stick your bottom teeth out so that you have a crazy underbite and growl. So I made one for Barrett.
You see, Barrett is a mimic. A great and talented one. He copies anything and everything I do. I can even get him to say words. Of course he has no idea what the meanings are, but he’ll repeat sounds, expressions, motions, whatever. I get a big kick out of it.
Except for the fact that he doesn’t ever forget things. Once I teach him something, he remembers it, and he proudly displays his newfound talent for all to see.
In this case,its the bulldog face. All. the. time. I can hardly get the kid to smile anymore. All he wants to do is look at people, stick his 2 bottom teeth out, and growl. So now I’m pretty sure people who pass us in the grocery store think that Barrett is a couple cards shy of a full deck, if you know what I mean.
That’s the cute version. Here’s the full on, intense, growling version:
Beware the bulldog.