Bob

I adore Target, like the hospital, it has its own time zone.  An hour there feels like five minutes.   Which makes it impossible to "drop by".  A total escape, a mini-vacation (or a maxi-vacation depending on how much is spent).  This week while at Target, Lotta spotted Spongebob Squarepants, one of Ben's current favorites.  She ran over to the sign and began pointing.  I said, "Oh it's Bob!"  and she replied with "Bob!" perfectly enunciated.  I was amazed and delighted at her brilliance.  For the rest of the day, I tried to get her to restate, "Bob", on command for other potential admirers.  When she did get it, we all clapped and yelled "Yeah!" (what she insists upon whenever she does something exceptional, which is, let's be honest, all the dang time).  Now, everything but everything is "Bob".   Except for Elmo whom she refers to with the baby sign for hippo, a wide open mouth.  Go figure.