These Are Not the Balloons You're Looking For

Now that he's mastered talking, The Roc has begun to experiment with whispering. It may sound cute, but it's like living with Gollum.

I was changing his diaper on the changing table the other day and suddenly I heard an eerie, barely audible hiss: "Put me down. Put me down. Put me down."

This morning, when I took him out of his crib, he stared into my eyes and whispered: "Yogurt. Yogurt. Yogurt."

And later, waiting in line at Trader Joe's, I heard: "I want a balloon. I want a balloon. I want a balloon."

Is The Roc playing Jedi mind tricks?