My child is entirely too verbal for his own good. Or for ours. We forget that he's only two sometimes. It's as if because he can say so many things, we expect him to be able to do more things, too.
The other night, he cried out in the wee hours. David blearily staggered into William's room to see what was wrong. William stopped crying as soon as David opened the door and simply handed his fleece blanket to his daddy so he could cover him back up.
"William, you could put the blanket back on by yourself," David told him.
"No," William responded. "I'll do that when I'm older."
So he can say that but he can't actually cover himself up with his blankey? Hmmmm...