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Driving Along – A 2.5 year old monologue.

1 December 2005

“Whoa what a big truck. A very dirty and yucky truck. Inside is full of big long dirty yucky things like cat poo, dog poo, Sean poo, yucky mud, stuff that falls on the floor. I don’t like dirty trucks. I like clean trucks. Clean trucks are full of ice cream. Big chocolate tasty ice creams. I love ice creams. That crane went up up up. So very high in the sky. That man is walking along. He took off his tshirt. He must be too hot in the sun. Mummy says, make sure you wear sun cream or you’ll get burnt. I take off my shirt too when I’m hot. Also when I have a shower or go swimming. Sometimes my hand gets struck in my tshirt and I call help help. That girl is riding a bike. She’s a big girl with long red hair and a helmet. I have a dolphin on my helmet. Dad has a red helmet. Bob [the builder] has a yellow helmet. On tv this morning Bob shouted stop stop. Crash bang. Yeah. Wendy was so sad. It made me sad……”

I swear he just talked and talked and talked and talked and talked like that for the whole time [eternity] it took to get to my parent’s place.