That's my boy!

Jones knows about six words, one of which is "juice." We use "juice" for any form of liquid that he drinks, figuring it's easier to teach him one word now and then differentiate between what's actually juice and what's milk, Coke, lemonade, etc., as he builds his vocabulary.

Turns out, I've underestimated my boy.

This afternoon, I made my daily trip to Chick-fil-A for a "large unsweetened tea with ten packs of Splenda." Jones sat in the backseat, oblivious.

Or so I assumed. 

A few minutes after I ordered, as we sat waiting in the early dinner drive-through line, Jones said, "Mama. Tea."

"You want tea?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

I guess Jones actually knows SEVEN words.

(This actually happened on July 8. I'm not sure why it's just posting today.)