It was at this point that I decided to try to reason with him, telling him that it was time to eat and that we needed to go downstairs. I was hoping that with a reasonable explanation as to why we needed to pause the "fun" that he might agree to accompany me. He stayed put. So, I just kept repeating, "We need to go down and eat." After the third or fourth time, he looked at me through the bars and said softly, "Go down and eat."
I was so excited that he had put together his first conceptual sentence that I forgot about the food, ran back up the stairs, whisked him into my arms, and twirled him around in circles, kissing him and telling him how smart he was. Who knows if he understood entirely what he was saying, but it was a start. My boy is so amazing!
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