So, Zach's language is totally exploding, and he's pretty surreptitious about it. I mean, I didn't even know that he knew his ABC's until the other day, or that he knew (most) of the words to You Are My Sunshine. He completes the sentences of books now, which I also just found out. But since he's not quite as verbal as Gabe was, or better yet, because he has to compete to get words in, I'm always shocked when he says something unexpectedly smart. Plus, he's my baby, so I always see him as being young and not able to do things that Gabe was already doing at his age.
Long story short, I bought the boys some really nice bagged popcorn this afternoon because I'm starting to feel guilty about all of the chemicals (and now purported toxic BPA in the microwave popcorn bags). I told Gabe that the popcorn was Daddy's favorite. After tasting it and in reply, Gabe said, "me, too." And then Zach says, "me, three."
What? Me, three? How does he even know that that's an expression?? I'm telling you, he's a closet genius.
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