I’ve heard him say twice that his left shoe came off, and both times he was correct! So I was talking to him about left and right, trying to find out if he really did know which was which. He doesn’t, but when I said, “No, that’s your left foot, and that’s your right foot,” he said, kick-stomping his left leg: “And that’s my bear foot.” I thought he had said ‘bare’ foot, until, after a pause, he kick-stomped his right leg, and said, “..and that’s my kitty foot.”
Moving his finger along the writing on our exercise ball, he slowly ‘read’, “It says you will bounce on the ball. Can you get me on the ball, Mom?”
He also called the ball “fuge” instead of “huge” and couldn’t correct it even after much tutoring.
He called dandelions “lion daddys”. I corrected him and now he calls them “daddy lions.”
He tried cutting his own pancake and said with much enthusiasm, “I did it! Is that so awesome, Mom?”
This morning he lay next to the subwoofer of our computer speakers and listened to the music, saying to the bass “dum dum dum..”