Inflate it and they will come

My son and I had that first and traditionalistest of father-son bonding moments yesterday -- a game of 'catch'.

Granted, it involved me slapping a balloon down to his level and him catching the string, but it still counts.

Then he would let go, and I would slap it back down to him and he would catch the string again and bounce the balloon against his fist and giggle, and let go, and...

well, there you have it. Field of Dreams moment.

He's also signing "more" and pointing at everything and identifying some stuff correctly with said pointer finger and maintains status as Cutest Baby in the History of the World.