Corin has just recently started putting together more complex thoughts. He just said to me:"Fork. Be right back," and then toddled off to the silverware drawer.
He used the fork for thirty seconds or so to stab an orange (I had once started peeling an orange with a tine of a nearby fork), and then decided he was finished. "Be back. Fork. Away."
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