Where's your tractor?

We're in the kitchen, playing with Quinn's new fridge magnets. I say "where's your new tractor Aunt Caitlin got you for your birthday? Where's your tractor?". He looks at me for a second, and then promptly crawls out to the living room and picks up his tractor from among 20 toys strewn on the floor. Smart kid!

Tonight I had a tired mental slip-up and said to Quinn's of Tulsa's meowing, "I think Tulsa wants Luther to come over and pat her", when I meant to say 'Quinn' instead of Luther. Luther's been gone for almost two weeks but Quinn crawled over to the basement door and looked under the gate, down the stairwell, waiting for Luther. Impressive that he remembers him, but very sad all at the same time.