Matthew

"Mom, can I see a picture of me in my coat?"
(Once he sees it)
"Hmmm"


"Mom, look what I made! I made a digger!"
"Very nice." I say.
"I made it ALL BY MYSELF!"

Matthew likes to get into long stories now, and insists that it be heard in its entirety. Once he starts on something he will override anyone else talking until he is sure he has been heard.

"Mom, do you know what happened to our old deck? Some workers came and took it apart. They smashed it and smashed it into TINY pieces! Did you see them smash it into tiny pieces?"
"Hmmm." I say, deciding that them taking it apart was close enough to tiny pieces.
"Then they drove away with their truck. They were really fast. Were they fast, Mom?"
"Were they?" I ask back.
"They came back really fast, Mom. They came back with new wood. And then they made our new deck! Now it's not broken anymore!"


Matthew also chats to himself when he's playing:
"The digger is backing up! And it's going to dig a hole."
But he gets interrupted sometimes.
"No Daniel! Leave it alone!!"
(I'll stop there and leave the rest to your imagination.)

"Mom, how does this work?"


"When I grow up I'm going to be a Daddy."