Chatty Kathy

Mr. P is a constant talker. Everything gets a comment. He narrates every move he makes ("I run around! I chase a cat!"), he narrates everything you do ("Mama dropped a phone, aaargh!"), he asks the deep philosophical questions of the day (holding half of a toy delivery truck for a certain Pennsylvania convenience store: "where's a other piece of a Wawa truck'at goes wif it?") and he quotes from the books we read him:

- when Matt took away the carton full of eggs he was holding: "No Dada! Not take away my shuguh puffs and choco-chums!" (from "The Berenstein Bears and Too Much Junkfood")

- while stomping around the living room: "Waltz around the brexus (breakfast) table!" (from "Tiny Toes")

- while swinging on a swing at the playground : "Check ME out!" (I have no idea where that one came from, actually)

He's also figured out that yelling "I'm a PEST!" when he's being bad is really funny. Thank you Dada, for teaching him that one. And thanks to Oscar the Grouch's A-Z Grumpster's Dictionary, he figured out that "nuisance" is another word for pest, so the other day at Nonni and Poppi's house, he started yelling: "I'm a NUISANCE!"

I can't wait till he learns how to read for himself. He'll be twice as charming then.