While we were taking advantage of the nice weather on Sunday (which has since been replaced by a week of rain and possible snow tomorrow), Adam decided that two of his friends needed to join us. He has three of these little guys – they have a stuffed animal head and blanket body. In his right hand he has Mickey Mouse (his favorite) and in his left is Elephant (2nd favorite). The third that he has is Winnie the Pooh.  Poor Winnie rarely makes it out of Adam’s room. In fact he spends most of his time on the floor next to Adam’s crib (which is where I always find him, regardless of how many times I lovingly place him back in the crib).

Now here’s the point of my story – and no, I’m not going to introduce you to all of his toys – he calls Mickey and Pooh both Pooh. At first I thought it was just what he called that particular type of toy, but then I realized he calls the elephant “Elephant” (he gets his creative naming from his mama – my favorite stuffed animal from when I was little is named Blue Doggy – and yes, it is a blue dog – and yes, I still have him).  If I ask him to go get Mickey Mouse, he knows exactly who I’m talking about, and will even correct me and call him Pooh.  It’s pretty cute.

Okay, maybe this is one of those rambling stories that’s only cute to me because I’m his mama.  I’m okay with that. I included pictures for the rest of you, and I don’t care who you are – those are cute no matter what.