I have a wicked bruise just above my right knee from an unfortunate encounter with the corner of our coffee table. Tobin comments on it everyday, usually starting with something like, "Mama, you have a bruise?" This morning, we were reading a book and he asked to look at the bruise. I noted how it was turning green in parts. (Sorry if that's too graphic, but it's worth it, I promise.) Tobin's eyes lit up and he said, "After green, it turn blue. After blue, it turn gray. And after gray, it be white!"
Oh, and last week, when Tobin was trying to read me a book while he had the hiccups, he matter-of-factly told me: "Pick-ups make Tobin's talk go away."