Yesterday we took the Metrolink down to Union Station and walked across the street to have lunch at Philippe's. (If you live in SoCal and have never eaten at Philippe's, the place where the french dip sandwich was invented, you're missing out!) We were finishing up and Puppy said he wanted to go get the churro from Olvera Street that he'd been promised. Suddenly, Alex starts jumping up and down on his seat. "I want my churro!" I know he's been speaking in sentences recently (mostly sentences starting with "I want" or "My"), but this was just so unexpected. Particularly because he has no idea what a churro is! But if his brother wants it, that's good enough for him! LOL