Last night the Grandparents called just as I was trying to get Zane to put on his pjs. I handed the phone to him and he launched into the most detailed, energized, non-stop dialog I think I’ve ever witnessed. It all started when he asked, unabashedly, if they were going to give him a lot of presents for Xmas. He then went on to detail what he had, what he’d like and precise details on how they could make (and send?) him garbage for his garbage trucks.
I think the highlight of the evening for me was when he said, “I like things that are cool, not pretty. See, boys like things that are cool.”
Unfortunately I missed recording the main part of the call and only got the last part as he was, er, slowing down a bit.