communicating

Iggy was crouched in a chair, being too quiet, not answering me, and I couldn't see his head and arms. He finally stands up, chewing something, a crumb of brekkie, perhaps? He climbed up on the chair next to me, and uttered what may have been his first real sentence, "I ate an ant."

And pointed into his mouth.

I asked him, "Was it good?", totally at a loss, trying not to laugh.

He said, "More!"

He's positively aboriginal.