Our 2 yr. old son is working very hard on talking, and I think he’s doing great. At least several times a day, however, he starts to say something, we absolutely cannot figure out what he’s trying to communicate, and he gets very frustrated. Poor guy–this talking thing isn’t so easy 🙁 This morning, the particular subject of distress was, as best as I could determine, “a blue bunny”, which he repeatedly screamed while pointing at the kitchen sink. To my knowledge, we do not keep blue bunnies in the kitchen sink. After significant effort in trying to figure this one out and reason with a 2 yr. old (how’s that for banging your head against a brick wall?), the situation becomes desperate (we are of course trying to do all the thousand things that Sat. mornings are meant for and are also trying to get out the door before the morning disappears). I scream up the stairs to my husband, “CAN YOU JUST GO GET HIM A BLUE BUNNY?!” At this point, I’m not caring if he has to go to the pet store and spray paint a freakin’ bunny blue, just get the thing in my house.
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