The other afternoon when I picked up Tara from M.’s house, she said as I was putting her into the car: “I missed you.” Actually it was more like “Ah mist choo,” but I know what she meant. Even so, I did a double-take. “Did you just say, ‘I missed you?’” I asked. “Yeah.” says Tara. I believe this qualifies as her first official sentence, at a week short of eighteen months.