Much to my chagrin, a deep bowl does not initimidate Nic. He has been dropping in them for over a year and is really, really good. We talked about the meaning of "intimidation" on the way home from the skate park today--not because of life threatening pits of concrete, but due to a few knuckleheads with foul mouths. He can't pronounce it, similarly to the way he says "emeny" for "enemy" but he got the message. This is one of those confidence boosting talks that makes being a parent pretty damn cool.