The Chatterbox Cafe

Felix, of course, gets more ink here because he speaks in complete sentences. But Cosmo's been talking a lot more, too, and I've been meaning for awhile to document some of his words and phrases. The only problem is that every time I write down a list of things, I don't get it posted in time, and a week later he's got a whole new line of gab.

A few weeks ago, the list looked like this:

a knocka over (the item was knocked over)

eh milk (I would like some milk, please)

Como (Cosmo)

Como's (Cosmo's)

too much

doo dat (I want to do that, too)

talking bout? (what is the nature of your discussion?)

doing? (please explain your actions to me)

But today, even though he still calls himself "Como" (not like the lake, but like "Kah-mo"), these words and phrases have become phrases and simple sentences. Moments ago, he came in and asked, "What are you doing, Daddy?" And he'll ask, "What are you talking bout?"

Sweetly, when he wants to be carried, he still demands that we, "Carry you." And he shows inclinations toward a career as a professional athlete by referring to himself in the third person: "Hurt Como's head!"

Sometimes Cosmo will sit in his room playing or reading and just talking away. When Grandma Nancy and Grandpa Wolf were here, they called it "the Chatterbox Cafe." Felix remembers that--just the other day, he told me, "Cosmo's in the Chatterbox Cafe!"