I was introduced to my great niece, Olivia, about one week ago. I immediately noticed a change in my demeanor. What in tarnation comes over a mature, intelligent, sophisticated macho dude like myself when I hold a ten month old girl in my arms?
All of a sudden it's, "Helllllllllllloooooooo OOOOOllliviiiiiiiiaaaah" OOOOOOOHHHH! You are sooooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuuteie poo poo hello0 cutie boo boo bee bee OOOoooo. You dee bay bay bay bay baby!"
Then I stuck my tongue out just a smidgen and cast aside decades of maturity, sagacity, mental profundity, and a seasoned cerebrum capable of brilliance and started making a raspberry noise that lasted as long as my breath would hold out, and after ten times of repeating that gross noise that a sage like myself would never, ever considering making, I realized I may have taught my great niece how to make a raspberry sound because she started doing it too, unless her wise and erudite parents beat me to it.
I love Olivia. And she brings out the sound effects genius in me.