Avocado used to be ataaahdo, and now I kind of miss feeding him ataaahdos. Dan and I have to entice our mysteriously underweight child to eat, which we have been known to do by praising avocados to the tune of the Hallelujah Chorus. Avocado! Hallelujah! L is a late-arriving phoneme for most children, so Gareth used to drop the second syllable of that word, too. Hallelujah is not an important word to me, but I do miss calling Gareth honeybunny and having him respond with ha'bunny.
His pride at being able to say escalator was so vast--almost as vast as his wonder at riding an escalator for the first time.
