I nanny four kids. One of them is a verbally-inclined 2-year-old. He can even pronounce my name correctly. No Wibby or Yibby, just Libby. A sampling of phrases I hear repeatedly throughout my day:
"Where ARE you, Libby?" - usually I'm a foot away but behind his back.
"DON'T! ...Libby." -I love the emphasis on "don't" and pause before my name.
"'doing, Libby?" -he asks what I'm doing whenever I'm doing anything not directly for/with him.
"Pair-dane! Look!" -airplanes make him stop whatever he is doing.
"Monshers. Down-nare." -Yes. There are monsters down there. Go on thinking that, buddy. Then the basement is one less place you will be destroying when I'm preoccupied with the babies.
"Whore! See yat?" -he must not think very highly of squirrels.
"'memer?" -remember?
"One, twooo, fwee, five, seven, eight, nine, eleven, twelve, firteen, foteen, nighteen, eighteen, twuh-ee!"
"Whyyyy?"
"Got it?"
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