All this time, we've been talking about how Solomon doesn't talk much. Well, he just had a "moment"... Kind of reminds me of when Samuel needed stitches in his forehead (well, not as traumatic) before he could talk much, and when the doctors covered his head, he screamed, "Get the towel off!" several times, very understandably! They just won't show you what they're capable of until they're cought off guard, it seems...
Well, today's story is that my Christmas presents (milking supplies) were delivered. I wrapped them, and went to go put the tape and scissors up. I went back to the table to find that Solomon was playing with the spool of red ribbon. I took it from him and he said, "Hey! Give that back!" Then, he looked real sheepish as though he had just spilled some cherished secret (that he can talk if he wants to!) What a little stinker!
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