At times, Russ has no inner monologue. I've been at the computer for five minutes. He's on the couch. This is a faithful account of what I have heard him muttering, humming, singing to himself.
"High on the hill is a lonely goatherd. Star does not like the goatherds. Star does not want to eat the goatherds."
Switches to vigorously humming Prince Ali from the Aladdin soundtrack.
Pipes up with, "Would you consider me a puma head in the desert that wants to eat you?"
Me: "I have no way of answering that question."
Russ: "You should say, I am a diamond in the rough."
Goes back to singing Prince Ali.
Tries to warble whistle. Mostly fails.
Silence. Beats the level on his Nintendo game.
Calls, "Hey, what you doing over there?"
As an experiment, I hum a few random high-pitched notes. Russ picks up the humming immediately and turns the humming into a high-pitched version of the Star War's theme.
Begins beat boxing.
Rolls tongue loudly.
Whistling...under his breath this time.
Trying to beat box Prince Ali. Loses all track of the tune, and just starts making small explosion noises.
Suddenly busts out with, "Cuz Star's gonna love this guy! Cuz it's ME and you see, I am a nice boy!" (To the tune of Prince Ali.)
I start laughing.
He asks what I am doing. When I do not give a clear response, he returns to smacking his lips.
He's right, though. I do love him.