OK Lulu, I have to share something with you. Over the weekend, I realized that Timber calls me "Jamie." All well in good except that my name is Karen. I didn't realize that he called me anything, but hubby was downstairs before me Saturday (we sleep on the second floor, Timber is on the first). When Timber hears me move from the bedroom to the bathroom he starts whistling and talking. I can hear the whistle but not the words. Hubby was down here and he heard him saying, "come here, come here Jamie" over and over. Well, now I know! And, it is better than "asshole" which he has called my husband several times.
Too bad we live so far apart. Otherwise, Jamie and Lulu could get the evil twins, Timber and Gilbert, together for a play date!