A lunch conversation

In case I haven’t made it crystal clear how much Benjamin adores the sound of his own voice, let me recap our conversation at Subway while the boys and I were eating lunch:

Benjamin:  There’s a car.

Benjamin:  It’s not going backwards, no.

Benjamin:  Mama, it’s not going backwards.

Benjamin:  Mama, I’m saying ‘It’s not going backwards.’

Me:  It’s going forwards.

Benjamin:  Yes, it’s going forwards. That’s right.

Benjamin:  More banana pepper.

Benjamin:  That’s a police car.

Benjamin:  That’s a woman. Mama, he’s a woman.

Benjamin:  He’s green.

Me:  She’s wearing a green shirt, yes.

Benjamin:  A green shirt.

Benjamin:  There’s another car. It’s beige.

Jonah:  It’s not a car. It’s a pick up.

Benjamin:  It’s not moving.

Benjamin (pointing to a nearby office building):  That’s Dad’s office?

Me:  No, he works in a different building.

Benjamin:  Dad’s office is in a different building, Jonah.

Benjamin:  That truck is going backwards.

Benjamin:  It’s not going forwards.

Benjamin:  It’s a delivery truck.

Benjamin:  I can have your banana pepper, Jonah?

Jonah:  No, mine banana pepper.

Benjamin:  This chicken is for me, yeah?

Benjamin:  Mama, talk to me.

Comments

[Nana]

I know this gets tedious for you sometimes, but this is quite a conversation for a 2 1/2 year old :-) I'm looking forward to having many of them soon!

[The Grandfather]

And when does that boy breathe?