No fewer than 6 times in the past hour I’ve heard Liam yelling (very insistently) “stucka, stucka, stucka!”  Turns out that he not only knows what stuck means but how to say it (sort of).  Each time I’ve found him with his finger stuck in a small hole in the foot brake on our running stroller.  This appears to be an uncomfortable thing for him, but not uncomfortable enough to keep him from doing it over and over.  So much for that genius theory I had working for a little while…