She has therefore taken it upon herself to start speaking for her brother.
Take this morning, for instance. Michael was joyfully babbling away, and Tom was encouraging him. Of course, we're both desperate to hear him throw some words in the mix, so every once in awhile, we prompt him. "Michael," Tom coaxed, "Say Dada."
Abby, who was hanging out nearby, became very suddenly agitated. "NoMichaeldoesn'twanna say Dada!" she insisted, practically tripping over her own tongue. "Michael wantsta say Abby!"
So, Michael. You polished off a whole peanut butter and jelly sandwich today. What are you gonna do now?
I bet Abby could tell me...
