Scooter Chronicles

Nigel babbles a lot. Sometimes it seems like he is trying to tell Marcia and/or I something, but we just don’t understand. Sometimes he seems to be saying something regarding his trains and the track, because we hear both of his words for it. But back on Friday, Nigel put three words together that were clear, and it was obvious that it was a sentence.

I took him to a toy store to find a replacement for one of his trains. (It disappeared in or under something, or possibly one of his cousins that has a habit of walking off with toys did just that.) The store didn’t have this one, but did have another that Nigel has learned the name of. It’s Salty the dockyard diesel. He doesn’t say the “ty”, but says the “Saul” part very clearly. We then stopped at McDonald’s to pick up something for Marcia who was getting over a migraine. He kept putting Salty on the counter and pushing him across. I took him and started playing with the McNugget dipping sauce, pretending that he was eating it. Nigel started saying his version of “Salty eat.” (Eat is one of his newer words.) When we got back in the car, he wanted some of the fries, because all kids love french fries. After giving him a few, he clearly stated “Salty eat a fry.” Thankfully we were the only car on the road, because I quickly looked back and asked him to say it again, and started to drift over in the lane. Kids not only say the darnedest things, but say them at the darnedest times, too.