Driving to school this morning, we had our little baby friend Lyle with us in his carseat. Pipo was sitting next to him, listening to him babble. After a bit, he says to me, "I feel bad for babies that can't talk. I remember when I came from Haiti and didn't know English and it was frustrating when I didn't know the word to say."
I thought this was some mature thinking. After thinking about it for a minute though, he says to me very seriously, "But it would be pretty scary if a baby was just born and started talking like Fitz. I bet that's why God made babies so they couldn't talk.... so they wouldn't scare us all."