Miss. Molly is in a roll this week with all these little gems:
"I not a lady, I a gurl!"
Me, "Can you place nicely?" Molly, "Me no place nice."
"I not a baby, I a little kid."
"This my Sophie, this my Mama, this me," when meeting friends in the school yard.
To the pizza man, "Thank you for pissa. I wear 'rina jammies." (Translation: "Thank you for the pizza. I'm wearing ballerina pajamas."
To the lady in the drugstore as we bought a package of pull-ups, "These my underwear."
And on and on it goes. Learning to talk is a wonderful thing!
These are fabulous! Keep on keeping records... all too soon they grow out of these wonderful inaccuracies!
ReplyDeleteso cute! my little one is talking up a storm too! and i can't help but stifle a laugh every single time! i love this age!
ReplyDeleteIt always seems that there is something charming, silly or excessively comical passing her lips. Worth recording it all.
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