Nathan called pumpkins "poke-ins" until about last year. I still call him "poke-in" as a term of endearment. Each evening after kissing them goodnight, just before I close their bedroom door I call out , "Goodnight Poke-ins".
Benjamin, who has been seeing a speech language pathologist for two years, also calls them "poke-ins", and when I try to have him say it properly, he cocks his head to the side and says, duh Mommy, I just did.

Goodnight, Poke-ins.


claynheidi said…
Nice Transformers!!! I am guessing we will be seeing that on their wish lists this year.

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