<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/3946072448/" title="Labor Day 2009 by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2627/3946072448_1580e81d1a.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Labor Day 2009" /></a></div><br />For posterity, I'd like to list the words my 19-month-old can say true enough to the Queen's English that bystanders don't assume he has Turrets:<br /><br />Go (his first word; who woulda guessed? Help me!). More. No. Doggie. Kitty. Please. Juice. Grape. Water. Mommy. Daddy. Meme. Gigi. OK. Plane. Moon. Book. Read. Hello. Bye-bye. Eat. Yes. Ball. Baby. Shoes. Shirt. Chocolate (no, really). Berry. Outside (SIDE? SIDE?). Stick. Rock. House. Bath. Box. Cheese. Cookie (COOKIE! COOKIE!). Phone. Up. Down. Truck. Gummies. Brush. Jeans. Cow. Pig. Peach. Banana. Cake. Milk. Pizza. Fries. Burger (hey, at least he has his priorities straight).<br /><br />And, finally, Sham. Whoever that is.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ttownmoms.com/?page=blogs/view&amp;BLID=6130">Read the rest of this post on my mommy blog at TtownMoms.com.</a>