Conversation piece

The chat continues:

"I got a ball!"
"I got lego!"
"I got a Nanna!"
"I go in Daddy's CAR!"
"More weebix please delicious!"
"I'm a NUTTER!"

It would be hard to think of anything more succinct to sum up the main elements of H's life at the moment, other than the repeated "Sister! L'il GIRL!" insistence when prodding my belly. (Although five percent of the time he opts for "turtle!" or "cat!". Actually I'm beginning to suspect that it might indeed be a turtle as it sort of does feel like that...all hard bits and flippers. Think I'll make the front page of National Enquirer?)