Something occured to me last night when I spoke with my three-year-old nephew: listening to Colin is akin to reading James Joyce. Allow me to demonstrate with a loose transcription:
"We went to a birthday party for Isabelle I sat on Elmo's lap there was a huge Elmo and I sat on his lap I ate cake My daddy flies on airplanes he works and works and works I got a tattoo on my hand Mommy might go to work she'll be at work all the time I have a fire truck I am going to take a bath bye love you!"
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