» Elizabeth likes to play baseball. Sometimes she likes to pitch, sometimes she likes to bat. Last week, she was standing on her bed, and I was pitching to her. I tossed the ball, and she made solid contact, shooting it down towards the floor where it rolled to the doorway. Sarah and I were pleased with the hit, but we were not expecting her to suddenly jump up in the air and yell, "Homewum!" She'd never said the word before, but of course, every time she swung the bat after that, that was her refrain.