He apparently, needs nothing other than Dora the Explorer to facilitate his learning.
My little speech-delayed genius is counting to ten in Spanish, refers to a backpack as “mochila”, and says “por favor” when asking for more milk.
He also bit off one corner of a triangular tortilla chip yesterday and announced that it was a Manta Ray. Damn if it didn’t look like one, too.
(the rest is the sound of my heart swelling with pride)