"Taco"="Tucker"

We had a nice sunny Spring day while we were in Huntington so Chad and I took the kids to Ritter Park. The kids were really enjoying the new-to-them playground. Another little boy joined in and started to play with them. He nicely asked our names so we told him. A few minutes later he was trying to get Tucker's attention and said "Tuh-coor." At that moment Caroline looked at him, got right in his face and pointed her finger. She said in her sternest voice "That's my brudder. Don't call him a taco!" I guess she thought he was saying "taco" when he was really just doing his best to say "Tucker." Poor kid didn't say it again!