This evening Owen told one of his stories. He's been telling these stories a lot lately, and although he is starting to speak in small sentences, his stories are generally a series of single words. Tonight's story was about our train trip yesterday:
"Train. . . loud. . . bank. . . Santa. . . sank you (thank you). . . fire. . . hot. . . noder (another). . . person. . . off." Lots of head nodding accompanied the story to affirm the truth of the events.
Do you get the picture? We went for a train ride. The train was loud. He received a bank from Santa and said "sank you" (after Santa was long gone). There was a hot fire, and another hot fire - a coal stove at each end of the car. There were other people on the train. Then we got off.
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