Above you will find a picture of one Mr. Chatterbox. Mr. Chatterbox chatters from the time he wakes up until the time he finally rests those tired eyes. He has so much to say! He has so many words that I wouldn’t really know where to start if I were to try to catalog them here now. Yes, he talks and talks and talks and talks… until there are other people (besides Mommy and Daddy) around. He goes to daycare and he will have been talking all morning, jabbering away “reading” this book or that or talking as he plays with his cars or eats his breakfast, and as soon as we step into his classroom he goes silent. I don’t know how much he comes out of his shell as the day goes on, but I know I can’t get him to say a word when I drop him off. And we will have family or friends come over and we’ll tell them all the fun new words he has and will he demonstrate any of those words then? No, he will then make a mouse look drunkenly obnoxious.
No matter the word, he will usually make it end in a very pronounced “T.” Sheep is sheeT (our friend Helen cleverly pointed out that it’s much better he is saying sheep than ship in this instance), duck is duT, truck is tuT, nut is nuT (fancy that), milk is mooT (that one always makes me laugh)… the list goes on. It’s really cute how he emphasizes the T at the end.
Whenever he says outside it always has an exclamation point at the end. Outside! He says this often. Whenever I put a zip up sweatshirt on him he starts saying “outside!” even when I am just trying to make him warmer inside.