We have officially hit a language explosion.
From the second we get him in the car after Mother Mary's house,
Until he his snug in his bed each night.
He is an endless source of words. Sentences. And questions.
Yesterday, he picked me a purple flower.
And we talked about that flower for what seemed like an eternity.
"Dig Dig" ( Dylan)
"Pick"
"mommy"
"purple"
"FlowFlow"
"Aww...Nice"
Rinse. Repeat.
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