Me Talk Pretty One Day

Having a conversation with a toddler is like talking to someone from a foreign country. You speak in your language, albeit a little more slowly and with smaller words, and they attempt to use your words but can only string together two or three at the most. And you have to guess what those words are.

Here was the conversations the Gremlin and I had the other morning:
G: Crying in her crib in the morning.
Me: What's wrong?
G: Oll (pointing to the wall)
Me: Did your owl picture fall off the wall again? (she actually reached up and knocked it off, but...)
G: Ya
Me: Where'd it go?
G: (pointing at the floor) Don
Me: Do you want to get out and get it?
G: Ya

That was easy enough, but they get trickier...

G: Doggy sep.
Me: Do you see a doggy?
G: Doggy sep.
Me: Is there a doggy running? (I obviously understood "doggy" but have no idea what the other word is)
G: Doggy sep!
Me: Did the doggy go the wrong way? (now I am just grasping at straws)
G: Doggy sep!!! (and now she adds) Sss!
Me: (had I not been driving, this conversation would have been easier because I would have seen the hand gestures) Oh, yes, the doggy is probably at home sleeping. Let's be quiet when we get home so we don't wake her up.
G: Ya

Speaking of. She has taken over the bed in the guest room. Because all dogs get pillows for their heads, right? And 2.0 is getting so big he barely fits in most of his clothes. :)

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