Sylvia doesn't know the difference between "too much" and "enough," so she just says "too nuff" whenever she wants to use either one. It took me forever to figure out what she was trying to say.
A few weeks ago, we started giving Margot a bottle of breastmilk at bedtime. Sylvain took Margot to her room with the bottle and Sylvia asked, "What Daddy doing?" I said, "Daddy's going to feed Margot." She looked at me like I was absolutely crazy and said, "But...Daddy no have boobies!" HAA! No, he does not. I explained what a bottle was. Problem solved.
She loves to sing her ABC's all. the. freaking. time. We've learned to ignore her and live our lives with a constant stream of letters in the background. The other day, in the car, she was on round number 4,982 when she decided to see if we were listening. She started mixing up the letters, "abcdef R! hijk E!" and I totally wouldn't have noticed at all if she didn't start cracking up laughing at herself every time she yelled the wrong letter. She thinks she's hilarious! (and I do too.)
The other day, she walked in the door, handed me her book and said, "Here ya go, Rachael!" Whaa??? Sylvain was behind her, cracking up laughing, because he started teaching her everyone's real names. I guess it's about time she knew his real name isn't Honey.
She uses the following phrases often, and I guess she gets them from me:
Be right back!
Hmm, let's see.