He looked at me yesterday as I emerged from the shower and said, "I took a shower, too!" Brian had indeed given him a shower before mine. He is trying to use pronouns more, although he mixes "he" and "she" up a little bit, and is fond of saying, "Shall we go outside?" I went in to get him up this morning, and he had his blanket over his head. He groaned, stretched, and mumbled, "Morning." He sounded like he was 47 years old, not 3. He tells me I look like his day care provider when I have my glasses on by saying, "Looks like Rochelle!" He loves words as much as I do, and we say the ones that sound funny over and over, laughing like loons. We even make up our own words. Erik's favorite thing to do, though, is to add a little whistle/hiss sound onto words he adds an "S" to. We just run through a gigantic list of words, including dog, mommy, daddy, and Gracie, and make them pleural, pronouncing them as if we don't have front teeth. We giggle after each and every one. His favorite commercial on the radio is for Quality Heating and Cooling. He freezes in his tracks when it comes on, and he tries to say, "Quality Heating! Your comfort specialist!" Then he repeats the word "specialist" over and over, smiling like a crazy man.
That's my boy.