I walked into Cole's room one afternoon where he's playing with his trains. Tyson is asleep in the other room. I immediately smell something funky.
Mommy: "I smell stink. Is that you?"
Cole (Looks up at me, smiles knowingly, and says): "Ty-Ty Stinks!!"
Good try, son.
A few days later I lay Tyson on Cole's bottom bunk about a foot from the edge (which has a rail on it). Cole loves to wrestle with Tyson and often rolls around on top of him while they play. I walk out of the room leaving Cole playing on the bed with Tyson. A minute later Tyson starts crying. I go to see what's the matter and Cole is standing a few feet from the bed, guiltily looking at Tyson who has slid down between the mattress and the mesh of the rail.
Mommy: "Cole, you didn't push him off the edge did you?" (Tyson hadn't really mastered rolling over at this point)
Cole stares at me silently.
Mommy: "Cole, did you push him off or did he just roll?"
Cole: "Ty-Ty just roll!"
We'll never know.
Today I was sitting outside with Cole reading books while Tyson napped inside. He has a "nature" book that has a page for fruits, a page for vegetables, a page for water animals, land animals, etc. On the vegetable page he was naming the vegetables and came to a pineapple.
Cole: "That's a....that's a....What's that?"
Mommy: "You tell me. What is that?"
Cole: "That's a...PORCUPINE!"
At least he's making associations :)
As his vocabulary explodes we are thoroughly enjoying hearing about what his little brain thinks about. What a gift!