Sam is at that lovely stage when he is just learning about communicating. Words are mimicked and he is so delighted to be starting to make himself understood.
Today as I cooked supper he pointed to the bubbling pots.
Sam - tay to?
Me - yes, potato. And there's the chicken
Sam - ic-ken
Me - yes, chicken. And look there's the broccoli.
Sam - uh oh (with suitable face to match)
That'll be another fan of the green foodstuffs taking his place at my table then... . or not.