Or as Noah calls them, "My swimming pool glasses."
He dropped some solid vocabulary on the young woman helping us buy shoes yesterday. The store had a pretty extensive toy-train set, with bridges and hills and a refueling station and a maintenance shed. After pushing a steam engine and a hopper car to the middle of one span, Noah looked up to inform the saleswoman, "It's a trestle."
"I don't think I've ever heard anyone say that word out loud," she said, and then went to look for the blue Stride Rites in a children's 8.
