sentences

Daniel's English has made another jump forward.  We are hearing more and more sentences out of him, like the following just now as we put him to bed:

My feet smelly no good, Daddy no like, yes-no?

Which translates to, "Daddy doesn't like the way my feet smell, right?"  (He had some foot lotion on them, and Tim indeed does not like the smell of that lotion.)

He also was sitting on a heater at church last week and announced to the college-age girl I had just been talking with, "My.  Bottom.  Hot!"  To which she calmly replied, "Of course it's hot, you're sitting on the heater."

Oh yes, and he wanted to tell me that he had put a wallet on my bed, but didn't know the word, so he called it a "money backpack."

In other news, I have finally finished the writing project that has been occupying my (abundant--not!) writing time over the past several weeks, so I may be able to get back to blogging again!  Stay tuned...