David taught me something about orange juice this morning.

Picking up his glass to the light, and looking through it: “Orange juice yellow.”

He smiled at his observation as he drank. He was right, of course. The orange juice was definitely yellow. Not even orange-yellow. Carmen looked at her orange juice, too. “Orange juice? Yellow. Orange juice? Yellow.”

Already they’re learning the world makes no sense.

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After lunch, he and Carmen were sitting productively in the potty. They sat up together and admired their work. “Poopoo looks like man. Hi, man!” he said, and waved. It actually kind of did, and not even in a weird cubist sort of way. Then David looked at Carmen’s. “Carmen made poopoo like a birt. Tweetwee!” I love this kid. I really do.

At dinner, David asked for “tettup like snake.” He wanted a squiggly of ketchup on his plate, not just an ordinary glob. When does he start asking for turtles, kitties, men, and birds on his plate?