My aunt saw Acorn today for the first time since his birthday. “What did you get for your birthday?” she asked.
“A cake!” he said.
She laughed. “What kind of cake?”
“My boo tain cake!”
And while looking through his book stash, he noticed for the first time a coloring my sister had given him for his birthday. (His attention had been entirely consumed by the Dora and Diego playground ball she also gave him.) He brought it to me to read, looking at the cover.
“Read Dora,” he said, and looked over the cover again.
“And Blue! And…”
“…a horsey thing.”