We're having a bit of a language explosion at the moment. Squeaky is trying to copy all sorts of words (we had a couple of "pinky"s this evening watching In The Night Garden...), with varying degrees of success and appropriateness. We're also getting lots of "door", "keys" and "juice". The girl knows what she wants.
There's a couple that she's properly mastered at the right times though. And it's getting old, fast. "Mine!" in relation to just about everything, from Daisy, via her drink, to my money. I've tried arguing, but there's only so long you can spend on a conversation entirely consisting of "Mine!" "No, mine", "No, Mine!", "No, mine" before you just give up and let her have whatever's so important. She usually loses interest in it then, anyway.
The other accurate word is "More!" More drink, more chips, more dinner off my plate (it tastes better than hers), more CBeebies. Generally More! That said, the fuss we've had with her eating, I'm not going to argue if she wants more. We're not all Oliver Twist here, you know.
Oh yeah, there's one more word she started saying the other day. I was having the sort of day where all I wanted to do was cry into my coffee cup and make the world go away. Of course, that's the day Squeaky decides to start saying "DIE" to me. In my face, repeatedly. I know she doesn't understand it, and she doesn't mean it, but really, really not what I needed to hear.
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