"Hot, hot, hot," said in a whisper was probably one of the first ten things Talmage learned to say. It is still a favorite phrase, and he uses it often. He loves to get oven mitts, put them on his arm, and go to the oven whispering, "Hot, hot, hot!"
By the way, I can't believe how old this little guy is getting and looking. He has reached the point where after playing outside he smells like a sweaty boy instead of a newly lotioned baby. Today I was having visions of him climbing onto the school bus for his first day of kindergarten (kindergarten is all-day here), and I couldn't stand the thought. I think I just might be one of those "car-drop-off" parents...I know, I'm ridiculous to think that far ahead.