I was in a bit of a hurry yesterday afternoon. Putting the last of the sandwiches in lunchboxes and bags for volleyball, I set them aside and grabbed the washcloth to wipe down the sticky counter. When I was done I rinsed the rag and dried my hands on the dish towel. Apparently, though, they weren't all the way dry. When I patted Logan on the head as he walked through the room, he stopped, turned, and looked at me. After a moment, he said (with indignation in his voice and a smile on his face)
"Momma! I am NOT a dish towel!"
A full spontaneous sentence. All the sounds in place. All the words as words, not syllables. A thought that was ENTIRELY his own. And with a sense of humor to boot! Wow!
I think we just scored.