I Was Born On A Pirate Ship (Three Times Fast)

Some favorite words from the weekend:

"Zoo..." as said by Sam with incredible, yearning tragedy just before nap time. He'd been told, earlier that morning, that we'd be visiting the zoo, but time got in the way and we went to the park instead. Sam felt rightfully cheated.

"Juice," as said by Caleb on Saturday, having never said that word before in our presence. Until recently, Caleb hasn't shown much interest in speaking, but he's really geared up lately. (See also "Bubble," "Elmo," and -- just this morning -- "Ernie.")

"Bear." Sam woke up crying very early this morning. "Can you tell me what's wrong in words?" I asked. "No bear," he said. "You want you bear?" "Yeah," he said, in that way that says, "I'm in a fragile place right now and of all the things n the world, a stuffed bear would be just the thing that would be most helpful."

Sam's decision that "Mommy" should be pronounced "Nommy," and his mother's increasingly insistant attempts to convince him otherwise. (Sam's friend Thomas is likewise "Nomas".)