A few weeks ago during dinner, Kiara poured ketchup on her plate and set the bottle back on the table. “No,” Owen objected, “that’s the wrong way!” He pointedly turned the bottle around so it was facing him and peered intently at it. “K—K—Ketchup! K is for ketchup!” Almost three years old and the boy occupies odd moments reading ketchup bottles.

Heh. Like father, like son.