A couple of weeks ago, it was how he says "Coke". My sister kept saying she wished she'd asked me to stop and get some Coke, she was out of Coke, she needed Coke. Jay pipes up cheerfully in agreement.

"COCK!"

"You like Coke, Jay?"

"COCK!"

Which eventually led to all of us practically peeing ourselves after I called my brother-in-law a "Cokenoker", but that's a story for another day.

Naturally, I haven't let that one go, and now when my sister puts him on the phone he knows what Aunt Stef will ask, and tells me "AUNT UCK! IKE COCK!" Yes, I am Aunt Uck and his cousin is Weewuh.

So of course, yesterday we dubbed him The Jay Who Says "Ni!" He does "Ni!" pretty well, though KC insists that's cruel and unusal punishment. Only for my sister, really.

After my sister and I were laughing today about his addiction to "Meemo 'noot 'nacks" (Finding Nemo fruit snacks) she caused me, our other two sisters, and our youngest brother to simultaneously choke at dinner when she told us what kind of creeal he had for breakfast this morning.

Oot Poops.

Tears. Tears pouring down my face. And after that my niece proceeded to get mad because her ice cream was "COLD!" and that pretty much finished me off for the night. Kids kill me. Thank god we don't have any more. I'd never get anything done.