"Helllloooooooooooo!"
Are we born with some gene that compels us to yell into a fan and delight in the sound of our own voices, distorted and shot back at us?
Weekend mornings mean a family trip to the local coffee shop, where we meet informally with friends for breakfast, coffee, and talk/playtime. This morning the AC was broken, so the owners had several vertical floor fans going.
No sooner had we entered the shop when Baby A ran over to a fan, stuck her face up to it, and yelled, "Helloooooooo!," giggled when she heard her voice, and hellooooo-ed again. It took a lemon-poppyseed muffin to distract her.
I swear, we have never demonstrated fan-yelling (something I loved to do as a little kid) to her. Is it hereditary?