The Narrator

Karston has started narrating himself. Mommy, I fell down. Mommy, I got up. I'm running! When he's narrating, I know exactly what he's doing even when I'm not looking at him! Plus it lets me know what he thinks he's doing, and I like this insight. I chase the kitty. ROAR! I close the door. From his narration I have also learned that he knows more words than I thought. Sometimes he repeats what we say, and I wasn't sure if he knew the meaning; now I know he understands. We've cut out TV shows that we find funny but inappropriate now; we knew it would need to happen sometime.

Earlier this afternoon, Karston was very concerned that an outlet in his room had two different child-safe covers, one milky-white and one clear. He dug through the drawer for another milky-white outlet cover, and let me know that the clear cover had to go. Well, the clear one was very tight, so I told Karston that I needed to get some tools. I went to get a plastic slotted screwdriver, and Karston also trotted off. He came back with the small blunt orange pliers (fairly safe) that Daddy lets him carry when Karston says he needs tools. He definitely like tools! I pried the clear outlet cover off, and Karston picked it up with his pliers saying I take away. He wants matching outlet covers in the same receptacle, and he wants to help any time tools come out. He was in Daddy-only mode yesterday morning until he saw me with tools ... too tempting! Tools! I help! I help! He picked up all the small screws while I installed a switch on his diaper wipes warmer (I don't see why it has to run all the time).

So he's his own narrator, and he loves tools.

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