Biscuit can be pretty expressive when he gets wound up talking. He makes faces and talks with his hands, and lately, I think his brain gets ahead of his mouth when he gets really excited.
Biscuit will say, "Wha-wha-wha-what do you ... Mom, Mom, Mom ... what do you, what do you call it, Mom, when a firefighter needs to climb something to rescue somebody?"
It's like he knows the question he wants to ask or the statement he wants to say, but he just can't get it out fast enough.
One completely adorable thing he does when he's asking a question is to turn his hands up toward the ceiling and shrug his shoulders.
He lined up a bunch of assorted trucks on the couch tonight, then started asking me questions like, "Mom. Which one of these trucks can help a sick person to the hospital?" (The answer is the ambulance, by the way. Or the ambience as Biscuit says it.)
But every time he asked me a different question, those little hands turned up toward the ceiling, he shrugged his shoulders and he tilted his little head to one side.
There are some things that Biscuit does that I wish he would do forever.
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