Oliver is due to turn three in July and has been talking really well for months and months. At a wedding we went to last September I met a speech therapist who asked how old he was and was very impressed with his skills. I have to say that I'm going to take full credit for this. There aren't many opportunities for me to be smug about being an incessant chatterbox. Some even find it annoying!
It does have it's downsides aswell though, like when he just doesn't. stop. talking. ever. at. all. And especially since he entered the 'Why?' phase. Anyway, here are some of his gems.
Pretending to eat a wooden orange:
"
That's the sound of me eating orange"
Looking in to his potty:
"
It's not a big poo, it's just an advert"
Coming through the front door:
Oli: "Do you know what colour our door is?"
Ben: "Is it purple?"
Oli: "No. The colour of our door is made of wood. And that is how the story began."
The random flavour of that last one though could be down to excessive exposure to Dr.Seuss
