Monsoon was just learning new words and putting them together with their meanings, in that stage where he was figuring things out.
My mom kept him a couple mornings a week while I went to class, and she always brought a cup of coffee with her. As the boy was also still in the touchy/grabby stage, she had to remind him several times a morning that it was "hot."
After a couple of these days, he started thinking the name of her drink was "hot." Of course it was, she never called it anything but "hot." "That's hot, Monsoon." "Don't touch, it's hot." That was it's name. Hot. He hadn't a clue what the word "hot" meant - it was before he could reach the stove top!
So not long after this started, Hubby took him to the mall for some walking around in the dead of winter time. Just the two of them, nobody else. Two young women walked by, each with cups of steaming coffee. Monsoon yelled, not quietly, "HOT! HOT!" and pointed to the girls as they walked by.
Needless to say, Hubby was more than embarrassed, especially when the (apparently attractive) girls looked at him like he was some kind of pervert. His face was still beet red when they got home.
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