Babbling

She speaks with all the inflections of meaning.
"Uh huh..." I reply.
Nodding seriously, she picks up a piece of lint.
She inspects it in the sunlight and shows it to me, babbling all along.
"That's a very good point Martha," I say.
I stop her from putting it in her mouth. 

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