Yesterday, as Molly and Shea had lunch, she commented how adorable Shea was when he made a certain face. I agreed, of course.
Shea made a darn good approximation of "adorable" with Molly prompting.
"Shea, do you even know what adorable means?" she asked.
He thought a bit and said, "cute". Indeed.
Molly was surprised that he knew what it meant. So was I and, again, I was happy and relieved that he seems to be cognitively age appropriate. Whatever that means...
We take it all as it comes. Or try to.