She's Got A Language All Her Own

My daughter is famous in our house for saying words incorrectly. Although I do correct her, I find her versions absolutely adorable. I even catch myself using her darling utterances from time to time.

Like most preschool girls, she just loves her stuffed animals. She can't get enough of them. Well, except for bedtime when she is trying to stall. Then her "Stufties" are staring at her and she just, "CAN'T go to sleep, mama!" I have to turn each one around so all she sees is their "Tuckus". Okay, I'll admit, she stole that last one from me, but it sounds doubly cute coming out of her mouth.

And speaking of "Stufties", she owns at least four or five "Dognations", which are her favorite puppies. Her love for them came from watching Disney's 101 "Dognations" ~ a hundred and one times.

Oh, and just the other day, she added a new word to her long list of R.ism's.

She and T. were stapling stacks of papers together. Incidentally, it was my paper, the paper from my office, the paper I use for my business, the paper they have been told not to use, numerous times ~ at least a hundred and one. Okay, I'll stop that now.

And I wonder why my business isn't raking in the dough.

But I digress.

After T. apologized for taking my paper without permission, AGAIN, he asked me how to spell, "T.'s Picture Book."

Oh how creative!

He wrote out each letter on the cover of his stack of stolen stapled papers. R. then grabbed her pen and asked me to spell, "R.'s diarrhea."

"So I can write my secrets, mama."

I corrected her, 'cause diarrhea's not so precious, no matter who says it.