On Saturday Little Red came down from his “nap” with two newly assembled blocks, a red and blue one. Surely, we figured, he must have had the babysitter do it the other day, but we hadn’t noticed it. I asked Esme today, three times, and she denied assembling the blocks. That meant that finally we have to admit that Little Red did it. I guess it isn’t completely improbable, my BIL disassembled the lawnmover at about this age, too.
At Disneyland on Friday Little Red and Paul walked past a closed-up juice station. It had pictures of fruit all over the place and singularly, the word “juice.” Little Red said to my husband, “Daddy, I’d like some juice.” He looked, but with the exception of the word, there was no indication that it was more than a fruit stand.
At the store Little Red found the Linguine among all the similarly-shaped pasta boxes and said, “Daddy, I want Linguine.”
He’s not yet three years old.