Zach is learning his manners. I hand him his cheese and crackers. "Dan-goo, tah-tah!" he says, and then proceeds to eat his cracker - with a spoon! George: Thomas? Thomas, what time is it? Thomas: Ah... it's two, six. George: Okay. Who says the preverbal can't communicate? Alice waves bye-bye to mommy through the window, then speed-crawls to the high chair, kneels up, and smacks the foot rest, making anxious/instructive noises. The message is clear: it's snack time! George: Thomas, what time is it? Thomas: It's eight, four. George: Pee-pee time!!