I had the following conversation with Charlie the other day, whilst we were in the car.
(And when I stop to think that Charlie is still months away from turning two, I'm blown away by how developed his language, imagination and understanding of things is.)
"Charlie, we're on our way to get Corey from school".
"I see Corey"
"You do, where?". Reasonable question considering we were nowhere near the school.
"In tree". Ok????
"And what's Corey doing in the tree?".
"Why is Corey in the tree?".
"Getting blue ball".
"So, he's climbing up the tree to get a blue ball?".
"Yes", accompanied by vigorous nodding.
"Then what happens?"
"Corey fell out of the tree?".
"That's quite a story".
He nodded solemnly. "Sad, sad story".