Today I decided I prefer drinking from a regular cup and not from a sippy cup. This is progress.
And twice while running in the gravel street I did something he calls a face-plant, falling forward and landing hard on my knees and elbows and forearms. Each time he raced over to me and asked if I was OK, and each time I got up, rubbed my knees, and said "Dah!" (That how I pronounce "yes"; it just sounds right to me.) "Good fall," he told me. I like it a lot when my daddy is proud of me!