There was a little dog tied up outside a shop. I bent down to talk to it:
"Hello, darling. Aren't you beautiful? You are such a gorgeous widdle doggie-woggie. If all the little-bitty doggie-woggies were placed in a row, you would be the most lovely-wuvly-"
A shopper passed me. She smiled indulgently. Immediately, I got all embarrassed.
"Am I the only person in the world who talks baby-talk to puppies?" I said.
"We all do it, dear," said the woman.
And this got me thinking. What is it that makes us talk so silly? When I had my beautiful cat, StarGirl, I would come home from work, calling out, "I'm home, Sweetie-pie...."
One of my favourite tunes from the wonderful Judy Garland/Fred Astaire movie "Easter Parade" is "Snookey Ookums" where the two sing in baby-talk.
Well if Garland and Astaire can sing like that to each other, I can most certainly croon to any passing animal I come across. So - new resolution - from now on I am going to proudly hold my head up high as I chatter away in baby-talk.
Above is a link to a short three-song medley from "Easter Parade" featuring "Snookey Ookums" which is the middle song.