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Our old camera died, sort of. The screen that allows you to see what you're taking a picture of is dead, but it still takes pictures and video okay, so I just pointed it in Dillo's general direction.

The story I am trying to get him to tell is a little schtick he has developed that goes like this: "I broke my arm, and cried, and cried, and cried, and cried. Then I went to the doctor and got some candy." He made this whole story up on his own. Obviously he wasn't wholly willing to perform for the camera. At the end you get a little bit of his goofy "blah blah blah" schitck.

Although he remains somewhat unintelligible to those not accustomed to conversing with 2 year olds, he actually speaks pretty good English at this point. Mostly complete sentences, mostly grammatically correct. He gets lost and tangled if he tries to make long sentences or tell a story or express a complex idea, but for short factual declaratives he's there.