A few days ago, when I was holding Ethan and getting him pajamas from the chifforobe, he motioned toward the hanger and made his characteristic sound of wanting something. I wondered what he had in mind, but didn’t pursue the matter at the time. However, this evening when he did the same thing, I set him down and asked him what he wanted. He stepped into the chifforobe and, reaching about about five garments deep, pulled out his red one-piece animal pajamas. I don’t think he’d warn since before summer, but they were definitely what he wanted, so he’s got them on now.