Last night, after James got home from work, Tristan brought me his shoes and handed them to me. He looked at me expectantly. I put the shoes on him. Then he got up and walked toward the stairs, holding the gate and bouncing as if he were in his crib. I opened the gate and let him climb downstairs, and he very purposefully went to the front door and waited. Then I opened the door, and he also very purposefully led me on a walk outside. James joined us and we explored most of the condo complex.

Later on in the evening, Tristan brought James his shoes and they went on a walk together while I rested upstairs like a zombie.

Tristan has whims other than food and drink, and he’s very clearly asking for them in a way that even others can understand!