This morning's learning experience: the properties of coffee grounds. Daniel had a blast scooping some old decaf out of a bag and into a bowl ... though, as you can see, much of it ended up on the floor. (He helped sweep it up after he was done.) Sometimes he'd raise it to his nose and sniff it; I think he didn't know what to make of it.
The other night, we drove as a family to Mississippi Market to do some grocery shopping. This store is across the street from a Caribou Coffee where we often stop for lattés and mochas, and its signage lights were on, since it was dark out. I wasn't in the car to hear this, but Steve swears: Daniel saw the store, pointed, and said, "Mocha!" I don't know where he picked that up. I didn't think it was something he'd learned to associate yet, but ... I should know by now that he absorbs a lot more than I expect.