I've said this before: for all I know my son is having a conversation that would make Steven Hawking proud but short bus mama here can't understand a word of it.
Tonight after he put his bath toys away, we drained the tub. He did his usual - clap and wave good-bye to the water. And then, while waving, he clearly said: buh-buh. Not once but twice.
My son spoke. He said a word and miraculously I understood him. My son said bye-bye to the water.
I'm so happy I could cry. There is hope for me after all. I just may graduate from the short bus after all.
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