10 Minutes of Chatter in the Life of a 20-month-old

On August 4, 2014 at approximately 9:35am, I grabbed a pen and decided, on a whim, to write down everything my child said for the next 10 minutes. I decided that the resulting monologue was interesting in a weird sort of way, so I'm posting it for posterity. Q is particularly chatty in the morning. My input during her monologue is minimal--I occasionally repeat things back to her so that she'll finally stop saying them. The writer's comments are in brackets.

[Q comments on her surroundings.]

Baby on the chair.
Bella on the table.
Bella on the counter.
Baby on the chair.

[Q comments on Mama "coloring," referring to Mama writing down Q's words.]

Mama color it.

[Q takes a swift deviation to discuss hotdogs, which are not visible nor were previously discussed that day.]

Mama hotdog.
Dada hotdog.
Baby hotdog.

[Back to noticing Mama's list-writing.]

That's Mama color. x5

[Q decides that Bella-the-cat's name needs to be repeated out loud a couple dozen times, most commonly in groupings of three.]

Bella. x23

[Q discusses her drinks on the table.]

You spilled it.
Want milk. x3
Want water.

[Q continues to be flummoxed by Mama's continual note-taking.]

That's Mama color. x3
That's Mama pen. x8
Mama color.
That's Mama color.

[Back to drinks.]

Water. x2
Milk. x6
You spilled it.

[Babbling. Q decides she wants to play with her robot blocks.]

You want robots. x3

[She decides to answer her own demand in the affirmative.]

Okay.
I'll get you robots.
Stay on your chair.

[Mama obediently brings the robots, and Q ups the ante. She is not only the director, but the narrator as well. She tells Mama to build, gives Mama her due praise, and holds both sides of a conversation with herself.]

Mama make a tower robots. x2
Mama get it the black robot.
Mama get it.
Okay.
Dump 'em out.
Black robot. x4
Mama make a tower robots.
Okay.
Give me 'nother one.
Dump 'em out.
Mama do it.
Yay.
Mama do it.
Yay baby.
Yay.
Mama do it.
It fell over.
Mama do it.

[She abruptly switches to another subject, using the fake British pronunciation of "baby."]

Bobby.
Little bobby.
Little bobby sit on the chair.

[Q drops her milk.]

Mama get it. x2
(Babbling)
Dropped your...
Mama get the milk.

[The rest of her monologue, for the most part, is a rousing account of more robot block building.]

'Nother robot.
Black robot.
Try again.
Oh! Fall downd. x2
Green robot. x5
'Nother green robot. x3
Fall downd.
One robots.
Sit on the table too.
Owl Feathers and Hoot. [Her stuffed owls.]
Mama get that.
Mama.
Mama build a tower robots. x3
Okay.
Give me 'nother one. x5
It fell.
Try againd.
Baby try againd.
Mama try againd.
Mama build a tower robots.
Hang on.
(Squealing)

9:46am.

She said "Mama" 39 times in the span of 10 minutes. I wonder how many times she says it per day??