Jen, in an attempt to engender out child with at least attempted manners, has taught him to say please when he wants things. At first it worked great, but it has morphed into Liam's end all word for "I want something RIGHT NOW," and screams it when he has something his little heart desires. However, we have yet to teach him how to put please with exactly what he wants. So a large part of our day is spent hearing please (actually pronounced PEEEEEEAS in LiamSpeak, which I think this picture captures perfectly) and then trying to guess what he is demanding. I think the Vulcan mind meld would be the ultimate parenting tool. It would be so awesome if I could just touch my forehead to his and suddenly understand that he wants to go out and swing. My guess is Vulcan parents never had this problem. I estimate that this post will cost me 2.5 friends who will abandon me for being nerdy enough to include a Star Trek reference in my blog. To them I say Hit the Road Jack, and don't you come back crying to me when the Klingons attack the east coast (which is inevitable, beware).
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