Now that Zane is building his own railroad tracks we can go down to the family room and he doesn’t immediately start saying “curious george? curious george?” Not that I don’t like George, but it seems that a monkey who speaks with grunts and squeaks isn’t the best role model for a little boy trying to learn to speak.
Not that his dad is a great example. So far Zane has mostly learned lots of ways to scold the dog from listening to me. Although I should get some credit for his ability to count to almost twenty. And, as this video attests, we’ve got crazy beats!