“Poopool, yeyo, poopool, yeyo, poopool, yeyo….”
“I like your song. Are you singing about purple and yellow?”
“Yep. Feeway, Mama? Feeway?”
“Yes, we’re going on the freeway now. Are you hungry? We can have lunch when we get there.”
“Holy toww! Holy toww! Holy toww!”
“Why are you saying ‘holy cow?”
“I have a matato, and a penay butter, and a wodurt.”
“You had yogurt for for breakfast. We can have tomatoes and peanut butter.”
“Poopool, yeyo, poopool, yeyo.”
As I am typing, right now:
“I hate that, Mama.” She points to the computer. I hardly ever use it when she’s awake–I usually just check my email and get off. But it takes attention away from her for a few minutes.
“I know you do. I’ll just be fifteen, then we’ll take a shower.”
“Meow! Meow! Meow!”
Living in non-sequitur land is better than the “a-dah” phase, I think.
I still talk much like she does, only I articulate a little more. Yea, though I try, I cannot seem to get my thoughts to move sequentially. When I’m speaking, that is. Typing, it isn’t such a problem. Woo!
Is a-dah gone forever from her vocabulary?! Nooo!
but a-dah was so fucking cute. I want to have kids so I can watch them grow up, and then I can make them run my meth lab.
hawhawhawhawhaw!! Franny is so funny. I can’;t believe she was saying holy cow. ahahahaha!!