Aaron and I share a few interests, and one of those interets is a long list of television shows that we watch together. Not that we're couch potatoes, but prior to baby the couch had special well-worn divots for our respective rear ends. Post baby, things that were funny seem horribly inapropriate for someone so young and unworldly. That of course doesn't stop us from making references and jokes about the things we have seen. But, lo, children are absorbing all the time. Yea, they are the sponges of the human race.
We are constantly making jokes about "peanut butter fingers"; from the episode of Friends where Monica is planning her wedding and needs help picking out hors d'ouvres...you know? (She hands the list to Joey, he gives it back with two additions, she says "what are peanut butter fingers?" he mimes sticking his fingers in a jar of peanut butter and then eating said foodstuff)
Yesterday, Adrian asked for peanut butter. And I said "you want peanut butter?" It's an odd request for him.
And he said "yes" held up his first finger and said "finger".
Our not-quite-two-year-old just asked for peanut butter fingers.