“Stuff.” Lex’s new favorite word. Lying in
our bed he says, “That’s a lamp. That’s the air conditioner.
That’s the closet. That’s the radio. That’s the… sky
(ceiling). What a lot of stuff in mommy and daddy’s room.”
Tonight, getting ready for bed he says, “gotta get your stuff”
(blankets, doggy, and snoopy dog) “Look at all the stuff!” he
likes to say, his hand making a broad sweeping gesture around
the room.