As I was driving the boys to their preschool yesterday, Jack, seemingly out of the blue said, "soul brother!" Most anything coming out of the mouth of an eighteen month old is adorable. In this moment of mushrooming language acquisition, I am regularly amazed by the things he says. But there was something extra beautiful about him saying "soul brother" especially as he has not even said the word "milk" yet. And when I unpack it a little, I can see that Ben regularly (almost every time we are in the car) requests a song he calls "Funk Soul Brother." And so, Jack has heard this phrase over and over, certainly with more excitement and urgency than he has ever heard the word, "milk." It is amazing to see so closely how he learns, how the patterns of his being, of his mind and heart get created. 

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