The Copy Machine

 A big thank you to the lady who told me this story. She gave me a new view on babies thanks to an intriguing conversation.

My little brother reached the stage that he copied everything that everyone said.

As a result we were really, really, really careful.

We once said poop in his presence and that comprised the majority of his vocabulary for one week!

Back to the story.

My mom always carried my brother with her to greet my dad whenever he came home from work.

She always said "Welcome home honey"

One day, as my dad came home, my brother broke free from my sister and I and ran up to our dad yelling "Honey! Honey! Honey!" at the top of his lungs.

We were shocked.

My mom was worried.

My dad look faintly disturbed.

How were we going to wean him off this?