OK, one more thing, before I forget.
This weekend, over a plate of fries, Sidamo said, "Mommy, if I made myself into french fries, you could enjoy me with ketchup."
Hilarious. I love that he said, "enjoy me," not "eat me," or "slather me," or any of the other phrasings I could imagine his actually having heard in our house. Maybe it's all the Bittman he's been reading.
Oh, and we also got our first "Whatever" this weekend. So he's officially a pre-teen.