Cousins were over for casual pizza dinner tonight, and I sent the boy into the living room to ask his uncle whether he would like a Sam Adams or a Hefeweizen. He got the whole question out wonderfully, and returned to me in the kitchen with a coherent answer (the latter). I handed him the correct bottle, and he delivered it with aplomb (two hands, no running). Is this why you have children? One of the reasons. ;-p