Milk

By now Samson's narration skills are well established. He points out hats and cars and just about everything else he recognizes. At times, there are things he's seeing and announcing that we don't even see [this happens a lot with the moon; it's like he has some kind of weird lunar radar].

But a new wrinkle has been added; he's now letting us in on his interior monologue. Sometimes this takes the form of free association, like when we mention going to the park, he'll almost immediately say "Jacob, Oliver" and lately, "pope."

Or when we're out running errands and he automatically (and usually correctly) assumes and announces "coffee?"

Last night when he burped at the table, he followed up not with "excuse me" --- which we're still working on --- but "milk." I'm assuming it was kind of a vurp [figure it out], and he was keeping us apprised on the taste in his mouth.

For some reason I find this more hilarious than gross, but I'm sure I should be correcting it.