small triumph.

My two-year-old niece learned how to say my name before my husband's, his brother's, or any of the names of her other aunts or uncles except for two. Jealousy reigns. To be fair, it sounds more like "Tate," but the last T is emphatically present and accounted for, and we heard it at least 20 times, very clearly, during last night's visit. To paraphrase Lester Burnham: She's the niece I've always wanted, and now I've got her. I RULE!