I heard an interesting conversation in the bathroom today. Jon was shaving and Dominic was watching.
"Daddy, can I PLEASE shave?"
"No, Dominic, only grown-ups can shave"
PLEASE, PLEASE Daddy?"
"But Daddy I'm so scruffy!"
A pause -
"Wow, you are pretty scruffy, but I think it's left-over breakfast, let's wash your face"
A big sigh! "Oh, okay."
I'm not sure if I've mentioned it, but Dominic's hands talk to each other. Mostly they just argue about things. But they've had some very enlightening (for me) conversations. It lets me have a peek into what my child is thinking. Today he informed us that his left hand was named
Dom Dom and his right hand was named Doc Doc. So I guess I was wrong about him not having an imagination to name things. Not sure where the names came from, but at least they aren't Tolkien and Caitlin. =)