Where's the dinner bell?

Rhys is still at one solid word: Mama! He understands so much but just doesn't seem to want to speak. He grunts, laughs, and points, he'll ooo and aahh, and he'll shriek if his sister is unkind or takes something away from him. He can definitely make himself understood in many non-verbal ways but no words. So one night this past week when I was getting dinner on the table, I turned to Rhys who was shadowing me in the kitchen and said, "Rhys, go tell Daddy and Brea it's dinner time." I was just teasing him and didn't think he would do much but my little man looked up at me and toddled over to the top of the stairs. He took a deep breath and started calling, "EEEEEEEE! EEEEEEE!". He was trying so hard and it was the cutest thing ever.