For the longest time Jane called us “Slow Folks” if we were running behind. Not “Slow Pokes”. And “Cockroaches” were “Hoproaches”. I still get a little sad when she calls them by their right name.

Isaac can’t say “Popsicle”. He can say “Pop” and he can say “sicle”, but when he puts them together he’s eating a “Pocksibble”