Monday, March 5, 2007
Our child is a parrot.
At seventeen months old, his height, coordination and speaking often have folks convinced that he's several months older. I suppose it stands to reason, given his environment and genetics, he's a chatterbox with an extensive vocabulary.
As of yesterday's viewing of the pulpit speeches from Selma on C-Span and the lobbying training with the Peaceable Assembly & Instruction Project (Tennessee's arm of the national Occupation Project), said vocabulary has grown by the following words:
I adore this amazing little elf in our lives, even as he bossily asserts, "Sit," "Clean," "Sing NOW!," and "Go home."
Posted by Ms. Booty Homemaker