Josiah starts talking the moment he wakes up in the morning. Today, it was a commentary on the status of all the vehicles and infrastructure in his train table "city." I love how one topic flows into the next. He asked about the colors on the traffic signal, then said, "How about Orange? What does orange mean?" I said that orange means Caution. His face lit up with a flash of recognition, and he raced over to his trundle bed and pointed to the safety instructions. "That says caution!" he shouted triumphantly. Then we lay down on our bellies to read the fine print together. He turned toward me, little crusty nose and pillowy lips just inches from mine, and stroked my cheek. "You don't have a sparkly face, Mommy. Daddy has a sparkly face. I don't have a sparkly face, either." So we discussed how, when he is a big man like daddy, he will have a sparkly face (whiskers). And flat hair. Because he's a boy.
Then we went downstairs to get some breakfast.
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