Hey Ste-llllllla!

While I'm on my classic movie kick: when Jack grows up, he is an absolute lock to play Stanley in his high school's production of "A Streetcar Named Desire".

And I mean absolute lock.

How do I know this? Because Jack, at age 15 months, has already perfected his Marlin Brando yell.

And I mean perfected.

He performs this anytime he does not get his way. He does not actually yell "Stella", of course. Right now his interpretation is a more general one; his wail of anguish is directed at all humanity, particularly anyone refusing to pick him up or give him that remote control.

And he even gets it better than Brando (if I may say so). Not only does he do the head flung back, hands on either side of his head thing, but he also does it from his knees.

(Photographic proof to come.)

By the way, Jack has one other move of anguish and supplication.
With complete disregard for flooring--be it carpet, hardwood floor, marble tile or granite--Jack, in a spasm of utter woe, will (from his kness, of course) bring his head down and bang his forehead on the floor. Think Muslim prayer position as channeled by an angry one-year old.

Ah, Jack.