Both of my boys were, in my opinion, late talkers. The Rock Star only said about twenty words before he turned two. However, by two and a half he was speaking in paragraphs. One man shows. Novels. Non stop. The Little Buddy talked even later than his brother.
But now, he too, pretty much won't stop talking.
Last night I sat with him and we worked on vocabulary words. I showed him a picture and he told me what it was. On one side is a letter and on the other side is a picture and a word. I would say, "A is for..." and show him the picture.
"Ant," he would supply.
"B is for..."
And so on. There were some pictures that stumped him. He calls the orange a ball every time. For some strange reason, the J flash card has a picture of jeans. Really? Not J is for jam. Not J is for jug. Nope. J is, obviously, for jeans. So every time we go through the cards, Matthew tells me that J is for pants. I say, "Very good but these are actually jeans which are a type of pants."
Last night, when we got to Q, I laughed out loud. "Q is for..."
I don't know if Washington's long hair reminds my son of Jesus or what but it sure made me giggle.
"It's a quarter," I explained.
"Oh," he nodded. "Co-dah. Not God."