Last weekend, we went to a local garden store called Linder's and bought a few annuals and a dogwood shrub to plant in our back yard. The next day, we decided to go back and get another dogwood to plant next to the first one. At lunch, we debated whether to put Daniel down for his nap and have just Steve go, or to load us all up in the car and go. Daniel must have heard us because he loudly proclaimed this fine six-word sentence:
"I want to go to Linder's!"
I smiled. I love his clear little voice. And we all went to Linder's.
Daniel often refers to himself in the third person: "Daniel want to go outside." But lately, he's found his "I" voice:
"I don't like cobwebs."
"I don't like bees."
"I don't like beans."
He's also learning rules and repeats them randomly, as if he just thinks about them a lot:
"Don't run in the street."
"Don't touch the saw."
He is definitely a toddler now. And such a boy.