My nephew’s vocabulary is growing by leaps and bounds every day. He’s a year and a half so he’s not excellent at talking but it doesn’t stop him from trying. Tooteloos are tomatoes. Awwws are olives. Dora, is Dora the Explorer. Deego, is Diego. Truck is fuck (yup). Mike is Cock and I am Shumm. Mike is trying to teach him how to say mother trucker. “Don’t do that.” Brenda will never let us hear the end of that one. I’ve already taught him how to say Red Rum while flexing his pointy finger. He calls Little Bo Peep, “Peep.” He was waking from a nap, the other day, and he was calling her. “How cute! He was dreaming about Little Bo!” My niece, Bella, (my brother Gabe’s child) tells her mom when she’s unhappy, “Mom, I’m going to take you to the Salvation Army!” She’s three. It makes me wonder what crazy and funny things were going to teach our kid.