Raising yuppie toddlers

I thought I was pretty down-to-earth. But often these little guys serve as a perfect, somewhat unnerving mirror to my own behavior. The other day Patrick was standing on the tower trying to reach something on the counter. He was jabbering about something but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what. So we played the game where I picked up everything on the counter one by one, "This?" I said, "This one?" Finally I had picked up all the two dozen or so items (yes, the counters were not that clean)...except for the cork from tonight's wine. I held it up. "Yes!" he exclaimed. Then I all of the sudden knew what he had been saying all along, "Mommy, smell cork!"