In a medical sense, Jamie was a late talker. But he did talk a lot and from an early age. He just didn't make any sense. He had a language all of his own and would converse with us with great earnestness while we smiled and nodded. It was sweet and endearing, albeit frustrating for everyone at times.
As it's Easter, I thought I would share a little video of last year's fall-out celebrations. We let him have a creme egg, and he went crazy. He perched himself on our computer desk and pontificated and gesticulated his way through a un-rivalled stream on gibberish. As you can see, it's a subject he's very passionate about.