As I sit here, my husband and son are deeply engrossed in conversation. While one side is admittedly heavier, Little Man is doing his best to keep up. Daddy babbles on about what we've done today, what we'll do tomorrow, the tiger on the front of Little Man's onesie, and whatever else comes to mind. Little Man responds by mimicking what sounds he can pick out, sometimes appearing to answer questions or make inquiries of his own. I feel a little as though I'm glimpsing a piece of the future, when my two favorite men will hold conversations of a more mature nature. Their practicing is endearing.