Today, some packages arrived. This is not unusual at any time of year and more than the usual number are arriving right now. This was the Nutrimill and I did not intend to open it because I have some concerns about curious toddler fingers and, well, a grain mill.
However, my son hauled me off to the kitchen, insisted I pick him up so he could select something from the flatware drawer. He got a butter knife and ran back to the box. From this I know he wants to open it. I tell him that, and he repeats open box with knife back to me, somewhat comprehensibly. Cool. Sentences. We like sentences. Then we open the box. At the top of the box is a piece of paper with a stop sign and some language about don't dispute the Uncle John's charge (Kodiak, which sold me the mill, is owned by Uncle John's. I actually knew this, but understand that might have escaped some customers attention and resulted in unpleasantness all around). My son sees the paper, and spells out loud S-T-O-P and then says Stop.
I don't see anyway to interpret this other than he can recognize, read and spell the word stop.
R. just came out of the living room to ask me if I heard what our son just did, which was spell, in chorus with Super Why, l-i-g-h-t. As in, no delay.
Like I said, kinda freaky.