From Thanksgiving to Christmas, his speech has exploded. Full sentences. Using words and phrases in their correct context. Asking "why?" with every other breath.
And to think I was once worried. Oh, silly me!
I took him shopping for new sneakers. When I asked him what kind he wanted (assuming he'd respond with Elmo or Thomas the Train), he matter-of-factly replied, "Nikes."
When we were driving in the car, I couldn't quite decipher what he was demanding when he repeatedly chanted, "Nick-oh-bak". Yeah, it was the Nickelback song "Rock Star."
But his latest phrases, uttered repeatedly throughout the day, are:
"I vewy seek"
"I have bewwy ache"
These words are spoken with a dramatic, whiny flair, to the point where I'm fully expecting him to press the back of his hand up to his forehead, flutter his eyelashes, and fan himself a la Scarlett O'Hara style.
He's quickly becoming The Boy Who Cried Wolf. Is he really hungry/thirsty/sick? Doubtful.
Is he too stinkin' cute?