Things she’s saying these days:
“Salutations.” (she’s been watching Charlotte’s Web a lot these days)
“Thank you so much.”
“Nice to meet you, too.”
“You are kidding me.”
“Just a minute.”
“Two seconds, mommy.”
“Where’s the sun?” She asks this every night, holding her arms up in confusion and a deep look of horrified worry on her face.
“I can’t do it.” This is usually followed by a roll of the eyes, a wrinkle up of the face, and her throwing herself down onto the floor in utter helplessness. I never thought I would despise a phrase more than “no.” But, oh, it has happened. She can no longer go potty by herself, throw anything away, put on her shoes, pick up her toys, use silverware, or pretty much do anything, anymore.
“Lemonade” and “Computer” are two of our favorite words — she can’t do her l’s yet, so it sounds like “yemmmonayde” and she leaves out the “mp” in “computer.”
I tried to teach her the word “magic” last week. Her repeat? “Mackshit.” Nice. Kid can’t get that word down.
i’m sure there’s more, but that’s all I can think of for now.