Charles has started to play with words. He enjoyed trying out “messy” the other day. When I changed him last night I told him he’d made poop, which he then repeated back to me in various inflections. “Poop”, “poop”, “poooooop”. For dinner I told Charles that it was time to eat and he played with that as well. “Eat?” — “yes” — “eat?” — “yes” … Charles is saying “yes” or “yeah” much more than he was before I left last week. He still doesn’t use proper nouns much, if at all. What’s most endearing is his sudden outbursts of nonsense which he delivers in this bright, upbeat voice. “Doo gat mich!” (with a nice gutteral on the ‘ch’).