Most of the time I think that it will be wonderful when Nathan learns to talk. Imagine the words that will come forth! He’ll express his undying love for us, his parents, thank us for taking care of his feet, and talk about how much he enjoys playing with his toys.
Yesterday, though, it occured to me that if Nathan could talk, what I might have heard at that moment was something like this:
“Hey, what are you doing? What’s wrong with you? I don’t want to be lying down. Help! Police!! I can’t breathe! He’s choking me with this onesie. Oh my God, someone save me. I’m DYING IN HERE! AAAAAIIIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHH”
Yeah, so maybe I can wait a bit after all.
Posted by Mike at June 8, 2005 10:20 PM