Frank and I used to lay in bed and listen to Dermot babble happily away to himself through the baby monitor when he was a little guy. Found ourselves doing the same this morning when he was in full conversation with himself in the shower. A friend once told us that Dermot "narrates life" which was a loving way of saying that he has verbal diarrhea... Once he started talking, he has never stopped...
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 20:22:19 +0000
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