Are you sick to death yet of me bragging about Oliver's blossoming desire to communicate? Well, too bad! Because, try as I might to not get overly optimistic about each new little thing, I just can't help it. Today, I was on the phone with someone interested in learning more about RDI (Yeah!!!) when Oliver brought me a book that he hasn't picked up in, oh, say, two years. It is all about different kinds of vehicles. "Book!" he said emphatically. Then, when I turned my back and tried to ignore him: "Read the book!" Then over and over again until I had to hang up the phone and comply.
So picture this: the two of us on the couch looking at a mostly picture book --me, pointing and naming vehicles with lots of pauses in between -- Oliver repeating every word after me and then taking my finger to various pictures and asking: "What's this?"
Isn't that a WH question?
MY boy? Asking Wh- questions??
Is this some kind of dream?
So I've got one of my own: what the heck is going on around here?