Mr. Talker

Today when I gave Elijah his breakfast (leftover mashed potatoes, it's what he wanted), he noticed the steam and announced, "Hot! Bow!" And when I asked if I could share, he was happy to hand over his spoon. "Mom. Hot! Bow. Ok?" Meaning, "Mom, it's hot, blow on it, ok?" What a smarty. Now we're enjoying meatballs for lunch. Or, as E would say, me-baum!