About 2 weeks ago, Sam said his first word. Not "Mom" in honor of the woman who carried him for nine miserable months. Not "Dad" in honor of the man who now takes care of him 24-7 while Mom is sick.
He says it all the time. When he drops something. When he falls. When a dog knocks him over.
Yesterday at breakfast, Sam started saying, "Uh-oh" for everything. When Joe came in the room. When Doc ate Sam's graham cracker. When he wanted more milk.
Joe: Sam, have you ever seen "the Princess Bride"?
Jen (simultaneously): "I do not think that the word means what you think it means."