ethan's hat
Ethan, Emerson and I took a walk along the brook today to get out of the house before nap time. Ethan loves to look for rocks and sticks to throw into the water from the bridge. So there we were standing on the bridge when we saw a family of ducks swimming. Mommy, daddy and about 7 ducklings. It was really cute.
All of a sudden Ethan starts saying "hat, hat, hat" and pointing to the brook. Sure enough there was his little baseball cap (my favorite one I might add) floating downstream. There was no way for me to save the cap, the edges of the brook are pretty dense with foliage, and steep, and I had Emerson in the Bjorn so wading into the creek was out. So we watched the hat float off and eventually sink. I felt weird about just letting it go, but what could I do?
Back in the house I was getting Emerson changed and Ethan comes trotting up chatting away, pointing and gesturing "hat....duckiees...dropped....hat. dropped...hat....duckies ha hat" Yes, I tell him, the duckies have your hat. We can't get it back, it's OK. But he keeps on talking in his adorable little voice and pointing first at his head then toward the brook "hat...hat...dropped...duckieees"
Its the first time he has tried to tell a story and it's so cute. He kept telling it to me, and everyone else all day.