No, he doesn't want a F&*()*(*% balloon.

I dream of the day Moose answers the sweet grandfatherly cashier at Trader Joe's, "I want a red balloon."

Moose is so big for his age-he's in 4T clothes at the age of 2...(hence, the Moose nickname) that people in public address him all the time.  

In return, all you hear is crickets.  

I waited for the language explosion that was supposed to occur at 18 months. 

Nada.

I thought, hey, once he turns two, that's when he'll start talking.

Nada.

Now, we are approaching 2 1/2.  

I hear go, up, what's this, what's that, mama, dada. gack. zaza. ses.

Most of the time I hear incoherent drunken babbles.

I dream of the day I can tell him to shut the hell up.