Oh, ha ha, I broke the site navigation. So, I’m sorry if everything is screwy in IE or, you know, screwy in general. I’m on it! There are so many nice things about WordPress that I hate to be a complainer but… sometimes, I just want to go in and edit the raw code like a big kid and they sure don’t make it easy.

Anyway. In the interim, I present my niece, Penny, telling you what the elephant says. She’s a year old and her impression beats mine any day. Plus, the drool really kills me.

The other night, I took a break from hacking at my keyboard to Skype with my two-year-old nephew. Mostly, we made faces at each other and blew kisses and talked about which animal says what. A bat, by the way, says “flap, flap.”  Naturally.  Better yet, a bunny says, “rabbit.”

Like I said, he’s two. He’ll get there.

“Ask him what a cowboy says,” my sister prodded as she wrastled my six-month-old niece into her bath towel.

“Okay! Owen?  What does a cowboy say?”

“Yee haw!”

I clapped.  He clapped, too – proud of his aging auntie for totally getting it that everything he does is brilliant and delightful.

“What does a pirate say?” I asked, again following my sister’s lead.

“Arrrrrrgh!”

You have no idea how entertaining that was for me – almost as good as the time we programmed – er, asked -  him to repeat lines from Goonies. “Sloth love Chunk!” Priceless.

“Try robot now,” she said. “It’s hilarious.”

I did. In response, Owen was quiet. I tried again.

“Owen, what does the robot say?”

His answer was quiet at first, a little uncertain. I missed it completely. After some motherly encouragement, he piped up in a perfectly robotic soprano,

“Kill the humans.”

Oh, man. If this is how it’s going to be, I can’t wait for motherhood. I’m going to be so evil good at it.

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