N.Lo is such a mockingbird as of late, sometimes our company seems wired with surround sound. And sometimes they know it. After picking up K.Lo from the outsourcer today, we stopped by Target for a few items, and as always, K.Lo wanted to get out of the car immediately, repeating the request incessantly as I gathered my things together. “I want to get out. Out. Out.” And so then N.Lo joined in: “Out. Out. Out.” They began trading off, and when I turned around to give them A Look, they were both smirking! Have they been with this company long enough for this sort of “teamwork?” Hmm.

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K.Lo is stuck on the word “super” lately, which she has apparently picked up from Management, who apparently says it a lot! It is “super” cute, however, when she comments with seriousness: “I’m super-hot,” or similar.

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N.Lo is quite conversational these days, stringing together words in sentences that are intelligible only to Management, but there nonetheless, along with intonation and apparent understanding. A favorite conversation occurred today while I was buckling him into the company car. I swear it happened:

N.Lo, out of nowhere: Barack Obama.

The Manager: Barack Obama! Do you like him?

N.Lo: Yeah!

The Manager: Well, all right. Is that who you would have voted for?

N.Lo: Yeah.

The Manager: Hmm. I voted for John McCain, what do you think of that?

N.Lo: Dumb.

The Manager: Okay, then! Fair enough. …What about Ron Paul, do you like him?

N.Lo: Yeah.

[I was reaching, I know.]