Conversations with my son.

[rivka]

Scene: Colin's bedroom at bedtime. Soft lullabies are on the CD player. The room is dark. We are rocking in the rocking chair, nursing. Colin appears to be almost asleep. Suddenly he pulls away and points off in the distance.

Colin: AIRPLANE!!
Me: That's right, Colin rode on an airplane.
Colin: Yes!
Colin: nurses some more.
Colin: pulls off again. Bus! A bus!
Me: Yes, you also rode on a bus.
Colin: Airplane!
Me: That was really exciting.
Colin: Yes!

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

We've been home from our trip for more than three days and he still can't stop talking about it - to the extent that his limited vocabulary allows. Because THERE WERE AIRPLANES.

Edited to add: Just had another conversation with my son.

Colin: See-see! See-see! (this is his word for nursing)
Me: You want see-sees?
Colin: bends down and picks up a marker. Marker!
Me: You want a marker while you nurse?!
Colin: Please.