Art was sitting on my lap this morning looking around and drooling on himself and I said, “Clap hands!”. And he did. It was the surest I’ve been that he understands language. Then I said, “Where’s Carma?” (our cat). And then he pointed to her! In-fricken-credible. It made him so happy, too.
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Apparently we haven't been labeling each other as often as the cat because when Ben said "Where's Momma?" Art pointed at Carma again.
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