someone who talks
Still reporting from very-occasionally-rainy CA.
I took both boys to a playground devoid of other little kids yesterday. The day before that, my dad had taken Joe to the same playground where he had found four other kids his age to play a pretend fireman/rescue game. Joe looked obviously disappointed during our trip to see that his cohorts had departed. I told him he could just play his game with Amby instead.
"Well, but..." he wrinkled up his face quizzically. "I think I need someone who talks."
Amby, the little half-mute younger brother, is good for many things, Joe has discovered.
Talking ain't one of them.