What Are You Doing?

I laughed to myself today when I remembered all those months of speech therapy with my little guy who chose to spend an entire year silently sucking his thumb and not saying more than a few syllables...ma, da, ca, do (in order of favorite, of course:  mom, dad, cat, dog).  Now, oh goodness, he talks incessantly and asks about a million times a day, "What are you doing?"  "Where are we going?"  "Where is Will?"  "Where is Owen?"  "Where is Dad?"  "What is Dad doing?"  "What is this?"  "How does this work?"   "What is that sound, mama?"  "What is that lady doing, mama?"  "What is that?"  "Come here.  Come with me."  "Look at that."  "Look at me."  "Read me these books."  "Do this with me."  "Give me the blue plate... no the yellow one... no the orange one..."  "I want the striped underwear... no the train underwear."   "Yes, I want a snack.  Give me cookies, please."   Once I told him I loved him and he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Give me cupcakes."  I don't even know why I ask but if I ever do ask, "Jasper do you want something to drink?", he'll say, "Yes, I want some orange juice."  Then I have to say that we don't have juice and of course then he asks for "cocoa". 

I'm living under a powerful little dictator who is constantly telling me what to do and how to do it.  He even tells me "turn right, mama" or "turn left, I want to go to the park."  And just think, all this time I've been waiting on the edge of my seat for the words to come and now I can't get away from all the talking!