Anthony is fascinated lately with “EXIT” signs over doors. In the gym at one of his classes he took me on a tour of all four exit signs, and seemed distressed over the one that was broken. This just seemed like a cute idiosyncrasy, but the next day I asked him how to spell “exit” and he got it from memory. Prior to this he was pretty much only able to do 2-letter words (go, no, etc.). He makes me tell him what each word is in his books at night now. He also did his whole fire truck puzzle without any help this weekend. And got a haircut. A pretty interesting week.