We spend a lot of time discussing cars in this house. A lot. We talk about what color they are; whether they are big or little; whether they go fast or slow; whether they have lights, what their horns would sound like; etc, etc. Two years ago, I never would have guessed there would be this much to say about cars!
Yesterday, we were having a conversation about police cars and fire trucks that went something like this:
Me: Would you rather drive a police car or a fire truck?
J: (Makes the sign language sign for "please.")
Me: Huh? Please what? That wasn't what I asked. I asked if you would rather drive a fire truck or a... (the light bulb is going off over my head by now) Do you think they're called, "please cars?"
J: (big smile, nod) Yes
I couldn't help but laugh. It actually does sound like "please cars" if you think about it! I asked him the same question a few different times throughout the day, just to see if that was really what he meant, and each time, he did the same thing.
He may not be much of a talker, but the kid knows how to communicate.