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Remember this super cute lil' video I posted a few days ago?




I didn't think it was possible either...but it's even more adorable when you pair it with this note from Miss. Preschool!

"I wanted to mention that Trevor has been joining in on conversations at the table with friends.  Some friends were talking about sledding at snack time the other day.  Trevor said,"whee" as he joined in about his experience sledding."  


Now, let me set the stage.  Because I know how Trevy communicates.  It's almost like I can see it all up there.  In my mind's theater room.  


There he was.  Enjoying his snack.  Surrounded by chatty friends.  When suddenly he heard his friends use the word "sled" or "sledding" and immediately started to happy glow.  Because not only did he understand that word.  But he could also contribute to the conversation!  He always stutters when he gets excited to say something.  Almost like his brain is working faster than the muscles in his mouth can move.  So I'm sure he started saying something like this...

Ah...

Ah...

Ah...

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  


See.  I told you.  Totally way more adorable now, isn't it?!

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Sinead said…
Completely adorable.
January 20, 2011 at 11:23 AM
Sophie's Story by Elaine said…
I LOVE how you replayed the whole scenario in your head. Because you know Trevy so well you can picture how it all unfolded. You are so very adorable too :)
January 20, 2011 at 3:11 PM
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