The cruelty, the vocabulary!
Bear's vocab has simply exploded in the last several months. He is talking up a storm and parrots whatever anyone says. He kept repeating, "look at me, mama" last night as he ran up and down the sidewalk. He loves to tell me when something is all gone, icky, or broken. He will repeat it until you acknowledge that whatever he is saying is true.
My beloved called me on the way to take him to school this morning though and told me that he had had a very active morning. When he tugged Bear's arm to help him brush his teeth, Bear looked at him and said, "you broke my arm!"
Then as he ran down the hallway, he tripped and fell and looked up at my Beloved and said, "broke my leg!"
Wow.
Two broken limbs in one morning. I think that may even top my broken kneecap!
