Ryker gives a monologue in the car now. It goes a little something like this...
"Momma! No Momma. (S)Top it Momma. No. No. Joshun no. Top it Joshun. Why? Why Momma? Why? Whatchoo doin? Whatchoo doin Momma? Top it!"
He's alternately curious and appalled by our drive home. It's virtually the only time he's not requesting food though, so that's nice.
Generally Jack stays quiet during these monologues. Sometimes I ask him what he thinks Ryker is trying to get me to do. Tonight he told me that he thinks Ryker wanted me to stop the car. To which Ryker replied, and repeated at least a dozen times, "top da caw Momma. Top it! Top da caw."
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