They talk and it is funny and cute.

Ethan has come up with some real linguistic gems in the last few days.

• "I'm not going to be a doctor when I grow up.  I'm going to be Batman."
• On proper placement of temporary tattoos on the back of the hand: "Don't put it on my 'nickels' (knuckles) or it will get damaged!"
• On ideal procedure for getting a real tattoo: "They should mix sleeping medicine in with the ink so when they poke it in, you fall asleep and don't feel any pain."  Future anesthesiologist?
• On the status of a rash: "It completely vanished today!"
• Absorbed in play, Ethan voices his action figures.  A muscular lifeguard says to his trusty ladder: "Mr. Ladder, I was worried you were gone forever."  Mr. Ladder replies: "Don't worry, I always come home."

Sam took his time learning how to talk but now there's no stopping him. Amidst the large volume of emphatic but incomprehensible jabber, he throws in a couple of new words each day.  It started with a humble vocabulary of food:  chis (cheese), cashew, cak-kew (cracker or cereal).

Now we have:

• sauce (outside) - usually accompanied by insistently pulling on the door handle
• op-ay (open)
• buckew (buckle) - he loves buckling straps almost as much as he loves toilet paper and Marcy's printer
• sock
• shoes - usually while trying to force my shoes on for me
• bat (bath)
• up-ey (up)
• hat (for hat, hair or head)
• eyes
• nanay (banana)

Today we even heard opay buckew.  A sentence! 

He intermittently says things that sound like mommy, do-dee (Jody?), dada.  Maybe after he's mastered food and clothing words he will pick some names for us.