Djoosh!

Wilson knows what shoes are. You ask him, "Wilson, where are your shoes? Get me your shoes, please." And he'll run off and find them and bring them back saying, "djoosh? djoosh?" He'll also get his "gockies!" (sockies) and then sit down in your lap so you can put them all on. (Even if he is still wearing his footie pajamas; he doesn't care.)

But this morning, for the first time, Wilson said the word "shoes" properly! I was so proud.

(And yes, Wilson does wear Keens, thanks to Grama and Grampa Packer. They love him more than we do.)