Okay, I just put William down for his nap, and as I covered him up with the blanket, I said a fairly generic, "Okay, night, night. I love you. Night night." You know, all the sweet little things we always say to him when we put him in his bed, either for a nap or for bedtime.
And I swear, I swear, he said, "See you in the morning!"
I almost fell over. Where does he get these things? I mean, I know where he gets them. But how did he suddenly start knowing how and when to say them?
Like the other night when he said, "Bye bye, pizza man!" completely on his own volition. Or when we asked him what he wanted to be when he grows up, and he said, "A doctor." Or when I asked him if he wanted to have McDonald's for lunch, and he said, "Yes," and then asked for a "cheebur." Or when I ran back into the house this morning to grab a smaller purse because we were headed to the downtown library for storytime and I didn't want to lug along my big heavy purse, William took note of the different purse and said, "Little purse!"
Isn't that crazy? I almost wrote, "What's it going to be like when he really starts talking?" but then I realized, he really is talking these days. And every day, I think I understand more of what he says. Of course, the flip side of that is that he understands just about everything that we say to him. David and I are going to have start spelling even more words out loud than we already are!