He's been realizing that a lot of words sound alike but mean different things. He's also figured out lately that people can have the same name without being the same people. As I often say, you just don't realize how much a little person has to learn as they grow into a bigger person.
Jeff and I got this T-shirt for Biscuit when we were at the beach. We brought it home, and Biscuit was quite excited about having a pirate shirt.
Biscuit was admiring his shirt in the bathroom mirror, and I heard him talking to Jeff.
"Dad, this is a pirate symbol," Biscuit said pointing to the front of the shirt, "but not the kind of cymbal you find in a rock 'n' roll band."
When we went to our family reunion this past weekend, Biscuit saw my uncle's West Highland terrier.
"Mom, that dog's name is Luke," Biscuit said. "But not the Luke at day care."
I wish you could express tone of voice in type because the way Biscuit says, "But not the Luke at day care" is like, "but of COURSE you couldn't POSSIBLY imagine that the Lukes were the same."
Jeff was singing "Yankee Doodle Dandy" to Biscuit this afternoon, and Biscuit interrupted him.
"Excuse me, Dad," Biscuit said, and Jeff stopped singing.
"What, boy?" Jeff asked.
"Um, you were singing about macaroni," Biscuit said, "but not like macaroni and cheese.
No, of course not.
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