From my son:
So when someone says, “I love you with all my heart”, that means they hate everyone else right?
You guys. . .you GUYS. . .he is now like this ALL THE TIME. He’s my own personal Jack Handy. The little boy who didn’t say three words at two, or ten words at four, is now always, always talking.
You should’ve heard the conversation we had about corn on the cob at the Farmer’s Market. It went on for so long that the woman standing nearby had to laugh at how often one little person could ask whether or not there would be worms in our corn.
This gift for gab is definitely a “my side of the family” trait. Oh, he has definitely inherited it. And then some.