Talk, talk, talk

Charles turned 18 months on Monday, and it is like he flipped a switch on his talking. Sunday, we were heading out the door to run errands, and Daddy called out "let's go!" Charles picked that up, and there was a continuous "Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" until we finally left. Tonight, to calm the running boys, Daddy turned on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. When Mickey called out "Oh Toodles!" Charles piped right up with his version of "Oh Toodles!" While I am writing this, I just heard Daddy's car horn beep twice. Charles has his keys in the other room and is apparently locking the car doors. The boy is non-stop.