This morning I was working on some stuff for The Blind Guy (our business) and I was running around the basement trying to get finished. Gabe was playing with some cars and yelled out, "PERFECT!" and then went on playing. A few minutes later I heard him say, "PERFECT!" again as I walked past him. I said, "What's perfect Gabe? Your cars?" He looked up at me with the sweetest face and said, "No Mommy - you're perfect!"