Today I was bringing Andrew to his room to change his diaper. (It could have easily been used as a weapon of mass destruction.) He was not excited about this idea - flipping out in a major way. I said, "Hey, Andrew. Why are you freaking out?" He stopped instantly, looked at me, and said, "I fweekin." It was the funniest thing ever, but makes me think I need to be careful about how I phrase things in the future. I love my little fweek.