Fynn's latest words, that I've figured out anyhow, crack me up. He loves candy, of course, what kid doesn't? And thanks to his brother and father, he's learned a lot earlier than D to ask for it. The stash of leftover hallowe'en and birthday and valentine candy is in a jar up on the open shelves where we keep our dishes. Out of reach of both, but D can get it with a chair.
At the end of every meal, at least the ones without huge battles or dramas, D gets to pick a piece for dessert. Now Fynn has learned to turn and point at the shelf, asking repeatedly "Na now?" It took me a day to figure out the connection ... he thinks it's called Not Now because I've said that so many times when he asks. Works for me!