With the language explosion has come a more tenacious memory.
Yesterday as Angy was bringing him home, she told him he was going to the house to see Mommy and Daddy. He walked in, saw me, and gave me a big smile and a hug. Then he quickly headed to the garage door and pointed, "Dada!" I told him Dada was at the office, and he sighed.
As I was serving dinner last night, I told him we were going to take a bath before bed. About 10 minutes later -- having eaten very little of his dinner -- he suddenly insisted that I take him down from the table. He kept saying "baa," and I told him I didn't understand what he was saying but maybe he could show me. So he went to the staircase and pointed up. We went upstairs, and he pointed at the bathroom door, saying "baa" over and over. (Probably he would have added "you idiot!" if he'd known how to say that). Turns out, he wanted his bath.
This morning, he kept pointing at his bottle of bubble solution. I told him we couldn't play with bubbles then, but maybe Angy would play bubbles with him. So when Angy came in, he immediately walked to the shelf and pointed at the bubbles. Angy said, "not for inside, bubbles are for outside." So he pointed at the door. Then she said, "you have to put on your shoes before we go outside." He ran to the shoe shelf and pointed at his shoes.
We're going to have to start being very careful what we promise this boy.