My Wyatt is a sweet kid, but anything (and I do mean ANYTHING) that is bothering him in the least usually brings on fussing, whining, and/or screaming. Also, what language he has is usually expressed in one word. So, imagine my surprise and delight at the following scenario.
(Oceanside Harbor, 7:00pm. Eric and Amanda are walking around the water, while Wyatt is alternately running around and demanding to be picked up. The weather is a bit chilly and overcast. As we enter the scene, Amanda is carrying Wyatt on her hip.)
Wyatt (tapping Amanda on the shoulder): "Mama...? Mama, I cold."