How 'Bout Chocolate Bunnies?

Elliott is jabbering away now. I think he may talk more than Owen. And that's saying something.

One of my favorites is when he doesn't want something he'll say "IdontwikeitIdontwikeitIdontwantit" while he waves his hand.

My other favorite is "chickaburga" which he'll ask for nearly every day starting at around 10am. I'm just going to start calling that kid "Burger."

He's picked up a new phrase from me, "how 'bout."

He came up to me the other day and said, "outside." I asked, "What about outside?" He replied, "How 'bout -- outside."

I was rocking him before his nap on Sunday. He wasn't feeling well and I thought he was asleep when he suddenly cried out with his eyes closed, "How 'bout -- abcs?" He wanted me to sing.

He also says a couple of things like a little Italian-American:

More moke-a pees. (More milk please.)

No touch-a bees.

The funniest and weirdest thing he's said to date was today while talking to the kindergarten teacher Oliver had and Owen will have, Mrs. Fettig. Now the thing you have to know is that Mrs. Fettig is African-American. I asked Elliott, "Can you say Mrs. Fettig?" He looked at her intently for a moment and said, "chocolate bunnies." Her skin is about the same shade as the chocolate bunny graham crackers he loves. She cracked up! I was fairly speechless.