There are some disadvantages to Charles’ obsession with vehicles. This became apparent last week when I tried to give Charles a bath. He was crying when I put him in (not that uncommon) but he didn’t calm down. He just sat there, arm outstretched over the side of the bub, calling “mah buh buh” over and over in a pathetically beseeching voice. I guessed that he wanted a vehicle and I tried the standard ones but none were satisfying. Finally I actually got him out of the tub and sent him out, dripping and naked, to wander the house. He headed off downstairs to behind the end table on the couch in the media area, under which was a Hot Wheels boat-car. It was sort of blue, so I presume Charles was calling for “my blue boat” but I even if I had understood that I would never have either guessed which car he meant or where it was. Could it be that all of the neural circuts that would normally do language are tied up keeping track of Charles’ immense toy car collection?