Sponge

The other night as Jonathan was putting Jackson to bed, he purposely left words out of songs and Jackson filled in the missing words. He has yet to sing, but he apparently soaks up the words like a sponge. They're all there.

This morning, two of Jackson's friends came over to play. He ran downstairs to the front door, poked his head out and said, "Good Morning Jack!" First time he's ever said good morning (to my knowledge).

While playing independently with his cars, he often tells Lightning McQueen to go to the store to get more apples.

Jackson has picked up on the idea that we can buy anything from the store. Milk, apples, popsicles, monkey stickers, you name it. We can go the store and buy more.