There I was today singing and waving my arms around, flapping bits of fabric and waving toys at bubs at a baby sensory class and he reacted with completely arbitrary smiling, whimpering, crying or nothing. And it got me thinking – what’s he thinking? What’s going on in his fuzzy little bonce? Is he basically on the same level as my cat?
He’s certainly developing more – Catnik has stayed pretty much the same for the last 16 years bar an exciting moment when he learned to give a paw on demand.
The thing is, how does he think without language? How does he analyse and process what he’s encountering? Maybe he doesn’t. Perhaps ‘thinking’ requires language and he’s doing something else. Strange thing is I’ve obviously done it all myself albeit many years ago but of course I have no idea what I was doing then either. Maybe I don’t know because I didn’t have language. I wonder if we don’t really form memories until we have some comprehension of language.
I realise there will be some book out there that would no doubt explain these things to me (probably by Groucho Marx; I mean Sir Robert Winston) but I don’t have time to read it as I have baby sick to wash out of my hair.