Yesterday I decided to start finding those balloons, which were still inflated but all over the house, and pop them one by one. I tried to do it in secret thinking Brian would hate me for doing it.
Of course you can't do anything in this house secretly. Just like this afternoon when I whispered to Corbin asking him if he wanted a lollipop and Brian ran down from upstairs saying "lollipop?".
|Brian usually has a great affinity for balloons.|
As evidenced in an older post, Sheer Bliss.
I thought we had rounded up all of the balloons and I went back to the never-ending pile of dishes when Brian bounded in the room with three more balloons. He looked at me with a smile and said, "I. Wah. Mo. Sizza." ("I want more scissors.") Each word it's own sentence as he struggles so hard to retrieve the words he needs to say.
Of course I obliged. It's hard to say "No" to him when he uses his words.
Though this morning at 9:45 he tried the line "I. Wah. Mo. Sosa." ("I want more soda.") Sorry buddy, I guess I do have the ability to say "No" to you.