His vocabulary is still somewhat limited. It's not unusual for him to announce that something is 'purple' when it is in fact clearly red. There are times when I have absolutely no idea what he is saying (usually during one of his full scale emotional breakdowns tipped off by the smallest inconvenience). But we are gradually reaching a point where his language is coloured by his personality and sparkles with creativity. When he wakes in the morning he will hold up his fingers to correspond to the number of weetbix he wants and says, 'I want to eat these guys.' As he points to one finger he tells me, 'you can feed me this guy, and I'll eat these guys'. I am enchanted and in awe of his whimsical imagination. He tells me of tigers who need to go to the laundry to wash their tiger suits that button down their middles, and of a fox that lives in our microwave and helps to warm our porridge with its bushy tail. He spends his day building 'traps' about the house to capture the magical creatures that live only in his mind. I wish I could visit inside his head and somehow bottle the whimsy that resides there. I'm sure it holds the seeds of a wonderful children's book!