Yesterday it started to thunder and lightening when Mason and Gary were at a friends house. Mason is scared of thunderstorms so Gary said our friends couldn't stop laughing at how much Mason started talking about the thunder and lightening. Mason hardly ever talks around our friends, he's the quiet observer type. So when he got home I asked if he heard the thunder and lightening and he said yes. And I asked if he was scared. With the cutest, serious expression on his face, he cocked his head to the side and said "just a little bit mama". Gary and I were cracking up laughing. We really think he has started talking so much more since he became a big brother. He has become quite the little helper. He is in charge of taking out Reese's poopy diapers to the trash can. On a disturbing note, he wants to see the poop before we roll up the diaper. We are hoping it will somehow lead to him not wanting to wear diapers anymore and start potty training, but who knows.