You might say that Mike and I are word people. We both have degrees in journalism and work in communications. Until very recently, we still had a newspaper delivered to our home every day (yes, they still exist, although just barely). He scours online news websites, blogs and magazines every day. I read from a book before I go to sleep nearly every night (not to mention the 8 million blogs I read during the day).
All this to say: the two of us read a lot.
I don’t want to be one of those parents who is all “I like books, so you have to like books, too.” But dude isn’t talking. At all. He could use a little extra vocabulary in his life. (Well, he does say BaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhDA pretty often. But we’re pretty sure it doesn’t actually mean anything.)
So now my focus is to describe things to him in as many different words as I can think up. Which is probably why the lady in Home Depot was staring at me the other day as I explained to Ryan in excruciating detail why driving a forklift was probably a really cool job. Sure, lady, he probably didn’t need pointers on how to safely lift heavy objects, but he was way more into that thing than he has ever been in any book, so whatevs.