July 9, 2012, aka the Day I Knew I Was in Trouble.

My kid was enjoying Free Play at Gymboree. He wandered over to the wiggly funhouse mirror. Catching sight of himself, he said, "Youuuuu!"

Pause.

"V! W! X! Y! Z!"

And then he wandered away to play with something else.

I sat there and grappled with the realization that my 22-month-old had come up with his first pun.

That's a pretty good indicator for how things have gone, before and since. He is a hoot. Challenging as heck, and hard to stay ahead of, but a hoot.