You can understand me?

Dear Andy,

This morning, you were running around the living room and were heading into the dining room. Daddy and I were sitting on the couch and I said to you "Andy, can you find a truck?"

You turned around, looked pensive, and starting searching. You got on your tummy, shimmied underneath the coffee table (your new favorite jungle gym), and found a truck. You brought it to Daddy, and we both stared at you in amazement.

You're so darn smart. I know we're your parents and we're supposed to think that. But you really are. Today, trucks. Tomorrow: the world.