Talking with my 3-year-old grandson Maxi is like Christmas in summer. I love his silly wiggle and non-committed rhetoric. For instance, I never knew that bees fly backwards and trucks are "pluper." My son interprets, "He means purple, Mom."

Yesterday, Maxi pushed a chair over to the counter, much like his dad did when he was 3 years of age, and climbed up to help make a salad. Of course, he ended up putting olives on his fingers, making them dance like puppets, and gobbling them up one at a time just like his dad did.

In fact, this kid looks and laughs like his dad - straight from the belly, l...