Christopher has said the dreaded word...

Mine.
We are in the territory of "mine" now. Pacifiers are mine, food is mine, a toy that another child dropped is mine. It's starting....
Otherwise, Christopher is doing great. He identifies animals by their sounds "What's this?" "Moo."
That's about all I could do this morning before I gave up, grabbed a wad of tissues and took him to daycare. Now I'm home, hacking and blowing my nose. Christopher had a cold several weeks ago, then Brian had a cold...now I have a cold. Apparently "mine" doesn't apply to illness.