Last night at dinner, Chad and I were talking about Hurricane Sandy. Of course, Maria was interested in the conversation about a storm, so we were reassuring her that the storm was in the ocean and we are so very very far from the ocean.
She repeated what we told her (with some of her own added context). And Charlie started yelling at her: “Ree-rah, I talking to Daddy. Be quiet!”. He repeated this a few times.
So we stopped Maria’s conversation so Charlie could speak and he said “Daddy, fish live in water. Boat on top of water.”
Charlie just wants his share of the dinner conversation! We have TWO talkers!