I rushed your "growing up" this morning, so I am sorry for that. I told your father that I couldn't wait until you could string a few words together and finally tell me what you were really thinking. I wanted to have a conversation with you, on the way into school this morning. But, for right now, the ride into Boston goes something like this . . .
ME: "Jackson, are you going to see Jenny (his teacher) this morning?"
JACK: "Choo-choo"
ME: "Ohhh, will you have fun with the trains today?"
JACK: "Hi truck . . . truck . . .truck . . .truck."
ME: Trucks are fun!
JACK: NO!!
JACK: "ELMO!!" and you grab for Elmo which is completely out of reach, squished up underneath the seat. A hysterical moment ensues. So Mike and I do what we know best - we break into song . . . usually some form of Ms. Mary Mack.
In good time, you'll be asking for homework help, advice on girls, keys to the car, and our blessing to wed, so I should be thankful that our conversations are pure and innocent at the moment.
Although, I'm sure this is what you were REALLY saying this morning . . . "yah, lady, I AM going to see Jenny because you drop me off every single morning and leave me stranded at daycare, and then my only option is to play with these dumb trains. But, I prefer trucks today, so I will play with trucks - trucks - and more trucks- alllll day until you come to pick me up. NO wait, I will stay here in the car and play with ELMO!! BUT I can't - I can't reach him!! HELP ME!!"
**If I could have just one super power - it would have to be the power to read the mind of an 18 month old.
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Enjoy this, cuz when he does start talking, he most likely won't stop. :)
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