"What This Is Called?"

The Saminator is picking up words and phrases right and left these days, often after only hearing then once, which is really amazing yet freaky!  Is this Jack-in-the-Beanstalk toddler the same baby who couldn't even hold his head up 2 1/2 years ago?   No!  But yes!  And now he wants to know the names of lots of things -- a pot holder, an ATV, and the buckle for his throne/car seat.  (If you could see the monstrosity that is a Britax Boulevard taking up most of the backseat of my Subaru Outback, you would agree that it is indeed a throne or at least a chair padded enough to use in the violent wing of a mental hospital.)  

I must confess to you, my blogging afficionados, that he stumped me when we were collecting our bags at baggage claim a couple of weeks ago.  He pointed at the carousel, and asked, "What this is called?"  And his oh-so-wise mama could not remember what the heck it was called.  Stumped, and he's only two!  I finally asked one of the bellhop guys who could help chuckling.  In my wimpy defense, I hadn't slept at all the previous night.  (Don't ask why unless you want an earful and then some!)