Sentences, we have sentences. Lots of them. Michael the Baby’s verbal skilz are advancing by the day. He’s reached that point – that wonderful point – at which he will stand in front of you in great excitement and/or great seriousness and talk for a minute straight, relating something which clearly means a great deal to him, and probably would to you too, if you had any idea at all what he was saying.

He’s also reached that point at which the old tricks no longer work. The trick in question being the perky question, "Where’s X?" X=any object you’d like to distract him by.

So today, he was headed somewhere troublesome, and one of us said cheerily, "Where’s Thomas?"

And without a pause, he helpfully answered, "He’s on da table" – and went right on his merry, troublesome way in the opposite direction.

Bag of Tricks #47 is now officially empty. What’s in #48? Let’s see….