While we were in Traverse City for Memorial Weekend (after a long and draining house-hunting blitz), Sam did the funniest thing. He was in his high chair, post-meal, and ready to get out. I was finishing the clean-up process and talking to him while rinsing out the washcloth and bib. I turned around and said, “Who’s ready to get out of the high chair? Raise your hand.” So Sam looked at me — and raised his hand. We all just about died.
He may not be saying any words out loud yet, but they are most definitely swimming around in his brain!