Conversation

I am a talker. Anyone who knows me well knows this.
(Well, I am a person to person talker. Talking in front of people, not so much.)
I think I've passed this lovely trait on to Weston. This boy loves to talk. And boy oh boy does he have a lot to say.
It's so fun having a little friend to talk to all day long. It makes the fact that he's growing up not quite so hard. Mostly. ;)

Here's a conversation with West from last night:
Background - Weston fell off the playground at the park. From pretty high. He hit his head, landed on his arm/shoulder, and scraped his shin really bad. Yeah, not my proudest mommy-moment. I feel absolutely horrible.

So here's what Weston told Jeff about it:

J- What did you do today?
W - I go to the park. I falled down from really really high.
J - Oh no! Did it hurt?
W - Yes.
J - Are you okay?
W - Yes. I okay. I falled and hurt my guns. But my guns okay, they are strong.
See my strong guns. GRRRRRRR!!! (while flexing his arms and shaking them)

Oh I love hearing what this kiddo comes up with...and that he's okay after all!