Husband reports pulling off the following Stupid Baby Trick last weekend:

Husband decided to take Aitch to the coffeeshop for a “cappuccino” and a cookie. (Aitch’s version of a cappuccino is steamed milk, just in case you’re one of the people out there who gives us dirty looks when Aitch demands loudly, “Mommy, ‘cino!” What, you think I’m going to give that kid a stimulant?)

Anyway, Husband pulled out a few ones to pay for the goodies, and Aitch, pointing at the bills, called out, “George!” The cafe ladies were suitably impressed.

“Who’s this, Aitch?” Husband asked, pulling out a fin.

“Abe!” Aitch said.

My boy knows his dead presidents.