We have a new guest in our house. Bobomono.

See, Quinn's thre now, and he's all boy. He and Lani, our five year old, have the kind of relationship I have ONLY heard of twins having. They share a secret language, and each is automatically in tune with the other's feelings. They look out for each other pretty diligently, and they share a number of "inside" stories and jokes that they leave the rest of us out of.

And so, a few weeks ago, when "Bobomono" (pronounced "Bob-oh-moan-oh") came on the scene, it was only natural to pass this off as just such an inside story.

Quinn decided he was Bobomono and told everyone that. "I'm Bobomono" replaced "I'm Superman" in his vocabulary intermittently (although the Man of Steel retained top billing, perhaps the song had not a little to do with THAT).

Bobomono came with his own set of preferences. Bobomono did NOT like donuts, an odd choice, as Quinn scarfs them down with a gusto that would put Homer Simpson to shame. Bobomono preferred certain dishes, certain clothing, and certain places to sleep. Bobomono began to take on a life of his own, as with all of Quinn's creations.

Yet we struggled to get the secret of Bobomono. When we would ask who Bobomono was, Quinn would reply in the kind of straightforward fashion only a three year old can muster without cracking a grin "I'M Bobomono". Lani was equally cryptic. She knew who Bobomono was, but she wasn't telling. And thus these two conspirators left us to wonder if Bobomono was meant to be some other character, or if he was the completely original creation of a toddler mind.

Finally our ten year old cracked the case. Bobomono was "Bob the Tomato" from Veggie Tales, apparently. While it was kind of cool to have one more mystery solved, I kinda liked him better when he was just Bobomono!