This evening, as I sat down on the couch to watch TV for a few minutes, Brendon came into the living room carrying an open carton of eggs. "E, egg!" he said, handing them to me. "E, egg." I tried not to let the mental picture of ten cracked eggs override what he was trying to communicate. I ran to the refrigerator and grabbed a hard boiled egg and handed it to him. "E, egg," he said again and motioned to the stove which is his way of saying he wants to watch me cook it. He loves to watch eggs cook, for some reason, boiled, fried, or whatever. Anyway, he's known what eggs are for a long time. Well, he's at least known ever since I got out of the shower about a year ago and found eggs dropped and oozing all over the kitchen floor and him standing there grinning and saying, EGG!" But today he associated the letter E with the word and the object AND he came to me to share his revelation! Or at least that's what I'm thinking. :)
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