Baby Talk

So, my mom and I talk baby talk with each other. Maybe it's not really baby talk, but it's our own language of sorts.
Funny situation of the evening:
It's bedtime. I get up to let the dog out and mom gets up to head down the hall to bed. I turn the kitchen light off and the house is PITCH black, leaving mom halfway to the hallway, and me by the kitchen table on my way around the counter to get a drink. At the same time, mom starts yelling, "I can't see me! I can't see me!" and I yell, "I dark! I dark! I dark!"
I don't know how we made it, but we're okay now. I don't know if the two of us would survive an actual emergency.