Which language are you speaking, little kid?

I woke up with a great mood today.

After having the pancake as the breakfast, I rode my bike to my favorite retreat on campus.

The air was fresh and clean. The cicados were singing aloud as if they were competing with the people who were dancing and exercising. Although it was early in the morining, the campus was already lively and energetic.

I parked my bike, and found the spot to start my vocabulary journey for today. As I was concerntrating on it, all of a sudden, I heard someone caliing, "Gun Gun" from my right side. I turned back and saw a cute little boy with Gallus trousers standing cringingly there.

He is so cute that I gave him a big smile in return. He was trying very hard to talk to me. However, I felt sorry that I did not understand his bady talk at all. He looked sad that I could not catch him but he kept trying talking to me. HE IS SO ADORABLE!!! Finally his mom came and takled to his baby: "The big sister did not understand your alien language." Then she hugged him away.

The observation of baby talk was really interesting though I didn't understand it :D