Nate loves to sing into a microphone which could be anything--a lamp, a doorknob, a toothbrush and most frequently, the knobs of Michael's keyboard stand. His standard song is sort of a punk rock riff--very gruff and passionate. It's hysterical. We're not sure where he got the microphone idea. Maybe from seeing the kids bands? Occasionally he sings quietly, like when he's on the swing and is right now very into the song "Goodbye, goodbye" from Yo Gabba Gabba.
Nate is also really into remarking on big trucks, or other cool things he sees, with the following expressions: "whoa baby!" "oh man." "oh no." "wow." He often points out "mess"-- almost everything seems to be a mess to Nate right now. Not sure where he picked up this fastitiousness. Probably not from us.
Funny story--I'm standing with Nate on the sidewalk in front of our house when a car pulls up and the high school age driver says hi to some kids who are passing by. The guy on the sidewalk goes "Hey N—. that's a fat car." the driver responds "Yo N--where you going?" They exchange a few more words and then the car drives off and which point Nate, who has been observing this whole conversations yells "BYE!!!"
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