I'm Happy with Scripts. For Now.

"Oh wow, look, a cloud."  I heard this line about fifty times during our recent trip to Texas.  I'm not sure where it came from, but Brian repeated it on each airplane ride during each descent and take-off.  It was definitely a script- I couldn't interject, get any more information about the cloud, and if I interrupted him in the middle he would flap his hands and start over again.

Yet, it's language.

I am not at that point where I am frustrated over scripts, only because language is still a new concept here.  Hearing his voice form actual words is still a novelty, and still makes me smile every single time.

Other scripts I heard during the trip that brought a smile to my face:

• "Bob the Builder.  Can we fix it?  Bob the Builder.  Yes we can!"- surprisingly repeated while playing with the trains in the waiting room at the Thoughtful House.  Wouldn't it have made more sense if he was singing one of the Thomas songs, which he also knows?  I don't get it.
• "Red, Blue, Yellow, Purple!"  He started this one a few days before we left for the trip, but I heard it a lot when we were waiting for things, such as in the airports.  
• "Ahhhhhhhhhh!! Sorry!"  He yelled this (waking up anyone around us) every time we hit turbulence or when we landed.

And my last, not really a script, sort of a functional answer (that's my story and I'm sticking to it) that I want to share, when I asked Brian if I should buy him and Corbin a cowboy hat he replied, "Yeehaw!".