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I called Mom tonight and she asked me if we're having a party tomorrow. No, I told her, no party here.

Archer heard me talking and came over and said, Can I talk to Marty? Who's Marty? Can I talk?

I handed him the phone and he talked for a minute before he said to me, Hey, its not Marty! Its Grandma Shell!

Grandma Shell likes to call Archer Crash Bandycoot after a character in a kids book, Crash has a little sister called Coco. Whenever Archer repeats the nickname, he says Crash Bandycook (not cook like a chef in a kitchen but cook like a crazy person).

Today Brock was at our house for awhile and Archer was playing with him, calling Brock to come over and calling Shelly also. "Come here Brocky-kins, come here Shelly-kins!"

I love all the little mispronunced words that come of his mouth. Like when he was playing with his cousin and one was the doctor and the other a patient. "I'm going to the hosible!" Archer announced more than once. Ahh the translation skills required to be a parent...