October 4th, 2007
And I was not there to relish it! My husband took the little man into town yesterday to pick up some things from the store. He found a parking spot, got him out of the car, found a cart, and started grabbing some things off the shelves. Apparently during this whole time, about ten minutes, little man had not said a single word. Anyone who has been around the kid recently, knows this is quite different from his normal behavior since he has the potential to become the country's best filibusterer with his penchant for extended monologues about who knows what that can often last for minutes on end. (Not really sure from where he gets that.) The kid likes to talk and does so. Often. For hours at a time. Sometimes even inventing words just to fill in dead air. So much so that a child in his preschool class thought he was speaking Spanish. (He wasn't.) And he usually adds "mama" about every five words or so. You see why I say this was a true miracle. Anway, back to the scene at the store. Curiousity finally got the better of my husband. He looked at the quiet one and said, "Little man, you haven't said a single word since we got out of the car. Is something wrong?"With the wisdom and composure that should far exceed that of a three year old, the kid looked back at him and simply stated, "I don't have any more words dada. I just ran out."
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