While stranded at the mountain stream because the keys were locked inside the van, my mother started an informal experiment. She called Evan repeatedly with different offers and different names. The end result was pretty clear. The poor child does not know his name. Even the offer of a cookie won’t get anyone named “Evan” to respond. What gets a response every single time is “baby” anything. “Would you like some juice baby?” Smile and an answer. “How big is the baby?” Smile and a response. “Want a cookie Evan?” Nothing. He may always be my baby, but it’s time to stop saying it out loud.