Okay, it's officially confirmed. It's not the book that Alex loves. It is actually trucks. Kevin, Alex and I went out for pizza yesterday at lunch. We were sitting at the table enjoying our food and talking about the margarita-sipping hippies (all over the age of 60) that seemed to have taken over the restaurant.
Out of the blue, Alex points in the air above Kevin's head and says, "Truck." My child is not yet one year old. He doesn't speak. He mimics, he verbalizes all day long, but I haven't heard him utter a meaningful word yet. He says mamamamamama and dadadadada, but we think this is still somewhat indiscriminate. The boy very clearly said, "Truck." Kevin and I both looked at each other in amazement. Sure enough, perched atop the booth right above Kevin's head was an antique fire truck. Obviously all this reading with Alex has been paying off.
I haven't been able to get him to repeat it since then. Both Kevin and I heard it, so I know that this wasn't just another truck dream that I've been having. We've been having a lot of firsts recently. And I do believe that we have to say that my son's first word was "Truck." Next he'll be telling me he wants to enroll in trucker college.