Sling Baby?

My son has taken to uttering guttural grunting noises that bear an eerie resemblance to the vocal offerings of Karl Childers in the movie Sling Blade. If he had taken to speaking yet, I would expect him to inform us that, "I like them French fried potaters" as we prepared his dinner. If one were to project his future based on this current stage, it would mean that he will either grow up to repair small engines or be the next Billy Bob Thornton. Please God, let it be small engines.