This is clearly wonderful - but also somewhat alarming. You just kind of presume that he'll always tag along like a badly behaved puppy using the odd favourite word (words which I hasten to add have never included 'mummy' - no, in fact 99% of them centre around railways. It is very apparent that he holds freight trains above me in the order of 'very important things to learn to say')and the thought of actually holding a CONVERSATION with him is going to take some getting used to.
Mind you we are a long way off conversation standards.
In fact we are a long way of any semblance of him being an even vaguely civilized being.
It really is a War of Attrition isn't it?
I mean at the moment, if he wants me to help him with his Iggle Piggle puzzle he thrusts it into my face, scowls fiercely and roars 'DO!'.
I look back at him, raise an eyebrow and say 'it's please mummy, can you help me with my puzzle'.
He scowls even more fiercely and roars even more darkly 'DO DO DO!!!'.
How do we go from that to nice talking and impeccable manners?
The answer is very very slowly.
He knows what he wants though and sometimes it's faintly embarrassing.
Whilst at my friend's house on Tuesday she offered him a biscuit - a very nice biscuit at that.
'NO!' he roared, while stamping his foot' TWO! TWO!'. She looked slightly shocked.
Perhaps I need to revel at the fact that he can count to 2 rather than recoil at his savage ways?
And then yesterday, whilst in the pet shop, and in front of a veritable sea of elderly-ladies, he pointed enthusiastically at the sacks of guinea pig food and cooed 'MY TEA! MY TEA!'.
The smiles quickly turned to frowns (and no I don't feed him guinea pig food - or any other kind of pet food - although that's not to say that he hasn't accidentally sampled it from time to time....).
And then last night he's roaring the house down at 2am and when I go in, rather than thinking 'ohhh the poor love, it must be his teeth....' I am informed, by a very very angry little boy that he wants his railway magazine and he wants it NOW. 'TRAINS! TRAINS! MA-ZEEN! MA-ZEEN'.
What does he think I am, room service?
As his conversational skills grow, how will this escalate? 3am calls for a Club sandwich, half a bottle of Moet and directions to the nearest casino?
Well if he could just manage to say 'Mummy' it would at least soften the blow.....