Spencer spent the night at my mom's house, and he stayed in "his" bed for quite a while after he woke up that morning. My mom and dad sat in the living room and listened to him talking to himself. My mom said at one point, as clear as day, he said, "Oh my LORD" (with a medium-heavy southern accent, making "Lord" two syllables). His pastor's wife mother publicly apologizes.
Every time Evelyn does something he doesn't want her to do, whether it's dangerous to her or not, he says, "No Evie, you could get hurt!"
After watching "Martha Speaks" one afternoon, Spencer turned to me and said, "I'm the only one without a talking dog!"
We are dog-stting for a few months while my sister finds a house in Nashville. Spencer is loving it. Saturday, he had to come inside and get dressed to go to a birthday party, Jonathan said, Spencer was sympathetically telling Dakota that she couldn't go to the birthday party and that she had to stay here.
Today, on the way to the lake, Jonathan got a text message. Spencer heard it, and said, "What's in that email?"
Spencer has had multiple helping-in-the-kitchen successes as of late. I started thinking about doing things like this with him when he was two. At 3.5 it is doable and enjoyable. These are oatmeal muffins (which he did not like), he has also helped his Gigi make playdogh, pancakes, and sausage and egg breakfast casserole. Even more entertaining was the day he helped me slice up a whole watermelon. I convinced him to try one of the "small" pieces of watermelon (a perfect cube that was small so it didn't feel too "wet"). He liked it (he ate it all the time when he was younger). He thanked me profusely and told me over and over again that he liked the "small pieces of watermelon." "Thank you, Mommy!"