I cannot ride a taxi here

My parents were here on a visit recently.

MM wanted to play with a plastic cup. So I got Grandpa C's cup and gave it to him, saying, "Here, Grandpa let you borrow his cup."

Later on, we were standing in front of a trash can.

MM (pointing at it): This is a trash can.

Me: Do you want to throw the cup?

MM: No, this is Grandpa. (meaning Grandpa's cup)

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MM is starting to learn how to connect pieces of information.

His grandma A is here on a visit. Once, when they were going out, they went to the carpark to get the car.

MM (telling his grandma): This is a carpark.

MM (shaking his head): I cannot ride a taxi here.

Grandma A: Why?

MM: There is no red taxi. There is no blue taxi. There is no white taxi....

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This next anecdote is related by MM's dad, G. 

One time, they were at an indoor playground where there is a miniature house, which has a front and back door. MM wants to go in through the front door, but a boy was there, who wouldn't open the door.

G: Go on through the back.

MM obeyed. When he was inside the house, he said to the boy, "Get out of my home. Get out."

For a non-confrontational barely 2-1/2 year old boy, that came as a surprise to me.