Jamie is talking to his Grandad on the telephone. He is describing what he made at his friend's house yesterday afternoon.
"Grandad, you know what I made?" he asks
"Buzz Lightyear Wiiings!!!" (excitement!)
I smile as I listen, with a sense of sadness. "Buzz Lightyear?"
What happened to Buzzlightyoo? For two and a half years we have had Buzzlightyoo in our house. A contraction of "Buzz Lightyear to the Rescue". That is how he has been known.
But now. Now.
Now we have Buzz Lightyear. Just like everywhere else.
He is growing up, my son. His speech is improving.
And whilst I am glad about that on one level, I am also reluctant to let go of my toddler son. It's just another step towards big boy-hood.
Oh well, I still have "annugga", "beepooter" and "bemember". I will enjoy them while they last.
And now he's telling his grandad knock knock jokes.
"Knock Knock. Who's there?"
"Mr Potato Head!"