Liam is still experimenting with spoken word. He's not yet convinced that it will give him more of an advantage in life than his current selection of signs, grunts and liamspeak. The other night, as an additional perk of babysitting, Kelsey taught him to say "hobbit", which when you think about it is actually quite insightful, the actual description of hobbits being:
They are ... a little people, about half our height ... There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blustering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off. They are inclined to be fat in the stomach; they dress in bright colours (chiefly green and yellow)...
JRR Tolkein
Anyway, after dinner last night, I entertained myself by making Liam say "hobbit" for Daddy. Liam suddenly disappeared, and fossicked about in the bathroom for a few moments before emerging with one of the bath animals.
"Hoppit!" he yelled with glee! "Hoppit! Hop! Hop! Hop!"
Behold, my friends, the hoppit:
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