Eat.

Driscoll has, of late, been very interested in figuring out who, or what, eats. Initially we noticed that when the little fella would point out, say, a duck at the park, he’d say “Ducks! Ducks! Eat.” So we’d guess “oh, do you think they’re eating?” or “ah, you think they need to eat!”. Eventually, we came to realize (or believe, I suppose) that he’s identifying things that eat. Ducks eat. What a smart guy! He gets it!

Well, sorta. The set of things that eat continued to expand. The neighbor’s dog. The fish in the fish tank at a nearby preschool. The bus. The zoo. Hmm. Maybe he doesn’t totally get it. Then recently Kirsten was changing his diaper, and the guy found (as he sometimes does) his, um, peepee. You know, something kids do, totally normal. Anyway, Kirsten informs him that it’s called a penis. “Penis!”, says Driscoll. “Eat.”