The Baby Translator

I find myself having to translate for Troy to well, everyone. I have no issues understanding him and what he’s trying to say. But my parents, little kids on the playground that are a few months older, and even my wife struggle to get everything Troy’s laying down.

I was explaining this to my stepmother, and she said that maybe it’s my uncanny gift to be able to get accents so well. I can easily understand people from other countries within a few minutes of speaking with them. It doesn’t matter if it’s Greek, Irish, or Indian dialects. Maybe she’s right. I guess Troy’s take on words is very similar to having an accent, so maybe that’s why I pick it up so easily. Who knows. All I do know is that when people aren’t getting him, Troy turns to me and gives me a look, which means, “Yo, daddy-o, explain it to these fools!”