My Brother Came Home

John came home from Oxford and yesterday we went to see the nephews. Tony, the youngest was more attached to his aunt and Ethan played with John. I adore Tony, but Cindy taught him sign language and he has had difficultly learning to speak. It was cute that he was showing off the signs that he knew. Unfortunately I can only understand a few of them. It is frustrating because at two years old, he can only say a handful of words. He can't say Daddy yet. He has vowels down. My name sounds like "ie" instead of what his brother calls me, "Minnie." Now that Ethan can pronounce more things, I told him my name was "Melinda." He looked offended and said, "No. You not Linda, you Minnie!" Too cute.