Josiah and I went to the barber a while ago. When I emerged without a beard, he wanted to know what I did with my 'other head'. So also recently my beard had grown back and we were home and asked me again: "where's your other head?" That was my first clue maybe I needed a haircut. Sure enough we went to the barber again this week, and he asked me again afterward: "Where's your other head, dad?" Kids say the darnedest things.
I heard his Mongolian teacher at pre-school thinks his language pronunciation is perfect. Not bad for a two-year old. He must be getting some vocabulary into his "other" head.