Gaining speed.
Crash.
Sam's new phrase is, "what's that?" He is pointing, barely waiting for an answer, and quipping, "wha'sdat?" to whoever is in earshot. It's definitely a game at this point, his form of communication. This weekend when his cousin came to visit, it was the literal definition of parallel play. (Other than the time that they pet each other and Oden pet Sam on the head with a bus, which did not go down well.) The boys would sit or stand next to each other, with barely any acknowledgement (except for the occasional stealing of a toy). Every once in a while they would interact, or Sam would point at Oden and ask "wha'sdat?" Oden would look at him, we would answer, "your cousin Oden," and they would resume their tasks at hand.