I always wanted Hayden to talk. What kind of mother wouldn't? Something deep inside told me that one day, he'd never shut up. Well, that's where we're at now. His back and forth communication still pretty much sucks, but by God, he's talking. And talking. And it continues from sun up to sun down.
Usually it's about things that he's heard on that God forsaken Mr. Rogers show, but lately, public outings have been interesting. The other day, he managed to embarrass me twice in one store. He walked by some lady and said, "How's it going, Toots?"
Then later, as a toddler had what I can only guess was an exorcism (or possibly a tantrum), he looked at him and said, "You're a bad, BAD girl."
Well, at least he got the first half right. I didn't have the heart to correct him, on either account.
