Brooks and Chance are sooooooo different, the main thing being that Chance loved books and learning from the very beginning. He was like a little sponge, and we could sit for hours talking about colors, shapes, you name it. But he'd look when I'd point, he'd study what I was talking about, and he'd soak it all in.
Ole Brooks, he just drums to a different beat, and that's ok too. I mean we don't need him reciting his ABC's just yet, but he could throw me a bone every once in awhile. Seems like everytime I try to point at something, or tell him about a color or shape of something, he'd rather just look at me and smile.
He was doing that so much tonight, it made me thing of the penguins on Madascar....