Anders is almost 2 1/2. Truman is almost 2. They have played together enough to be very comfortable around each other.
Anders plays with a toy backhoe. Truman is nearby playing with a scooter. Anders holds out the backhoe--
Anders: Truman! Truck!
Truman stops what he is doing and takes the backhoe.
Truman: Thanks, Anders! You welcome.
Anders: Welcome! Say welcome.
Truman (pointing): That backhoe [i.e. not a truck like Anders had said]
Anders points at the dump truck at his feet.
Anders: Dump truck.
Truman: Dump truck.
Anders (pointing): Has these tires. Drive outside. Turns.
Truman (pointing): This the engine.
Anders (pointing): This the dumper.
[Anders gets between Truman and the dump truck.]
Anders: Doing my work. Don't want play with my toys.
Truman takes a few steps away and then kneels down and plays with the backhoe. Anders plays with the dump truck.
Truman sits on the floor at the foot of a dining room chair eating from a bowl of raisins. Anders sits in a dining room chair nearby eating from a bowl of nuts. Anders puts down the nuts and stands on his chair. He leans toward the chair near Truman.
Anders: I want knock chair over. Need Truman move.
Truman continues eating and does not notice that Anders wants him to move.
Anders (repeating louder): I want knock chair over. Need Truman move!!!
Truman again does not notice. Anders watches him, his head cocked to the side. A few minutes pass. Anders's Mom comes and sits in the chair next to Anders. Anders looks at his Mom.
Anders's Mom: Yeah, you want Truman to move but he didn't hear you. You've been waiting a long time.
Truman looks up from his bowl of raisins.
Ander's Mom: You have Truman's attention now. Do you want to tell him again what you want?
Anders doesn't have to say anything because Truman moves aside. Anders knocks the chair over and--
Anders (giggles with glee): Ha ha ha.
Truman plays with a toy truck. He hurts his thumb.
Truman approaches Anders's Mom with his thumb out.
Anders runs and dives into his mom's lap.
Anders: NO! That's MY mom!
Anders puts his arms around his mom.
Anders's Mom: I am your mom! But Truman has a hurt thumb and he wants a kiss. How about you kiss his thumb instead of me?
Anders shakes his head.
Anders's Mom: Then how about I kiss Truman's thumb, but I stay your mom?
Anders nods. Anders's Mom kisses Truman's thumb. Truman goes back to playing. Anders does too.