And now I will regale you with yet another cute-kid story.
I called home just now to ask the spousal unit to put some potatoes in the oven to bake for dinner. N. answered the phone, so I asked him to tell his dad about the potatoes. A. said, in the background, "yes, 350 degrees". N. said (over the 'degrees' part) "NO! 3 potatoes!!" His dad said "They're very little!" N. told me this, but he and I agreed that we should just eat the 3 ordinary-sized potatoes.
Also, ever since we met, whenever I talk to A. on the phone he signs off with a blown kiss, and now N. has picked up that habit as well. Even cuter.