This talking thing is killing me. Here's what Nate has said in the past few days:
* Hey, guys!
* You wanna go bouncy bouncy bouncy with me? (Jumping in the bed)
* Coming downstairs? (Said to me at the top of the stairs, him at the bottom)
* I gotta go in time-out. Bye guys!
* See you later! Gotta go!
* Bye-bye Mommy. I'm going downstairs.
At bedtime a few days ago I asked him if he could read his trucks book to me. He got almost every page right. The kicker? He started it with "Once upon a time."