My toddler and I were walking to the nearby park. If you have walked with me, you know I love taking shortcuts. So, instead of taking the long paved road, Satu and I went over the small stretch of elevated land or as Satu calls it - "Mountain." I find it amusing but as I sat on the fire truck and he drove me to the library (thankfully, and not to his dad's office) my thoughts wandered. Mountain! For him this small elevation is a mountain. But then, of course it is for him. He

"Airplane" squealed my toddler as he pointed to the plane in the sky. Winter is finally waning and we were both happy to be outside. "Yes! The airplane" I confirmed and we walked towards the park. By the time we reached the park, another airplane roared by and he gleefully pointed it out too. Only, what he said brought me to realize something and hence this post. He said, "same-same airplane." I corrected "Second airplane." He said "same-same second airplane." I corrected