Sunday, May 3, 2015

conversation with a 32 month old

All snuggled up on the deck in the cool night air to help with is croup (I hate croup) he started talking. I didn't say much, just the occasional words of agreement.

"Maybe Sarah will come over soon. Maybe today. Maybe we can go to a store with her. Maybe we can go to the dinosaur museum with her. We can see the mastodon. We can see his toes. We did go see a hawk. We did see an eagle. The eagle was loud. The turkey vulture was having a snack. There's the moon. Goodnight moon. Good night room. Goodnight cow jumping over the moon...." and then he launched into the extended version of "Frere Jacques".