Jamie's grasp of language is a little uneven. He understands everything you say to him but he doesn't have a ton of words yet. He has a lot of syllables but very few of them come out in a way that make sense in English. Perhaps he's speaking Linear A. This doesn't really worry me a whole lot. He'll get there when he gets there and I'm sure that when he does I'll wish he never, ever started talking.
But for now, we make do with a lot of games of 20 questions. He has some approximation of "yes" and "no" and this means that we can generally figure out what it is he wants - even if it's with a lot of frustration thrown into the mix.
Recently, however, he's mastered the facepalm. He uses this to denote his utter disgust at our inability to read his mind. It goes a little something like this:
Jamie enters the kitchen and walks to the pantry cupboard. He points up and makes cave man like grunting noises. He wants something. Considering the fact that two-thirds of the pantry is above his head, he could be referring to any one of a large number of items.
I pick him up in the hopes he will point more definitively to the item he is after.
I get a slightly more specific area of the pantry to look in and the guessing game begins.
Me: Do you want the goldfish crackers?
Me: Do you want bunny grahams?
Me: Do you want some Cracklin' Oat Bran?
Me: Do you want oyster crackers?
Me: Do you want pretzel crackers?
Jamie: [excited panting]
I grab the box off the shelf, put him on the floor, and tell him to get a bowl. He runs to the proper cupboard, chooses a bowl, and I pour him some snack crackers. He takes them and runs away into the family room - sometimes leaving me with his version of "thank you" but more often with nothing at all.
Some communication is worlds better than no communication so I deal with it. I think I only have to start worrying if he employs the headdesk.