Today I was in the kitchen when I heard a crash and a scream. Sean came running and crying. I stooped down, gave him a cuddle and contrived some, “Aaww poor baby! What happened?!”
He sobbed, “My toot-toot fall down!”
*Crickets chirped in an empty forest* …..Did my baby just talk to me?
“MY TOOT-TOOT FALL DOWN!!!” He growled and waved Thomas the Tank Engine in my face. “FALL! DOWN!”
Did my iddy biddy baby boy just made a sentence? Did he really string four words together?
I squeaked, “Ok….. do you want me to….. kiss it better?”
“NO!” And he stomped off in a huff.
Note to self : We need more babies in this house or I’m going to cry.