In a moment of frustration, when the blasted DVD player wouldn't simply cooperate and understand that I really needed it to work, and I was having an impossibly long day as a temporary single mom, and I really just wanted to put in a VeggieTales movie for my darling little cherubs so I could please, please, please just catch my breath for five (or twenty-five) stinking minutes....
I finally flipped on the Disney Channel instead. And I grumbled, "Fine. Fine. Whatever."
And Tucker said, "Fide. Fide. Huh-evah."
Mental note: He's listening. And he has learned to talk.