From the mouths of babes...

At 3am Tuesday morning... C practising all his favourite new sounds after a feed...for 15 minutes: "SSSSssth"; "ooooooooo"; "Quardle oodle ardle wardle doodle".  No wait... that was the magpies*, but you get the gist of the babbling!     [*Denis Glover's poem The Magpies.]

Tuesday, after I got cross when he disturbed C just as he was falling asleep - J's first spontaneous (i.e. unprompted) apology: "I sorry.  I wake up Cawib."

A couple of weeks ago, as I got dinner ready I hear, "NO CAWIB!" followed by grunts that usually mean J is pushing C away or forcing his fingers off something gripped tightly.  

I go to investigate, "What's happening?"  C is nowhere near J, has nothing in his hands, looks happy.  

J says, "Cawib eat."  

I check C's mouth.  Nothing, not even a sticker or crayon.  "What did C eat?"

"Cawib eat Jofadin."

Sure enough, two little tooth-like indentations fading from J's forehead!