Tonight Blake picked out from the book shelf (on his own) the Easter story. So we opened it to read. Blake would identify things on the pages as we turned them... kitty, mommy, etc. When we got to the first page with Jesus on it Blake said (in a very matter of fact voice), "Phol." Phol is what Blake calls Uncle Phil. It was just Blake and me in the bed. I laughed so hard I was crying because every time we turned a page with Jesus on it Blake would say "Phol." Then Blake thought I was hysterical so he was laughing at me. It was a good way to end my (or rather his) night.