You’ve now reached that age that everything that runs through your mind immediately comes out your mouth. I rarely have to keep an eye on you, since there seems to always be a running commentary on what you’re doing. This morning, however, was an example of verbal diarrhea like nothing I’ve ever heard.
Alyssa opened the door to my office to show me how cute you were heading out to storytime at the library. You had on your sweater, vest and winter hat, carrying your juice cup. She opened the door, and in a span of about 15 seconds, the following words came out of your mouth, in this order:
Mommy!
That’s Igloo!
No Barking (Note: Igloo wasn’t barking)
Enzo, no!
That’s green!
Hat!
Juice!
I love you!
Carseat!
Library!
Bye-Bye!
Momma go to work.
… and those were the words I understood. Alyssa and I both looked at each other, mouths open, shaking our heads… because at this point, well, there’s just not a lot to say.
