I love the verbalizations the kids come up with as they grow their little brains and practice conversing with us and each other. From first words practiced under their breaths to entire conversations about cookies overheard on the baby monitor, they continue to fascinate me.

It’s started to escalate, though. Forget tattling, and crying wolf … they’ve started throwing around homonyms. Because homonyms are fun – I remember giggling with my little six-year-old friends in grade school about “butt” and “but”. Wolfie’s got a good one, though, calling Helvi a “doody”. Of course, he insists, he means he’s only calling her a job. With a sly smile. So he knows what he’s doing.

On the other hand, he’s right. She is a duty. And a chore. And a fun little sister, but it’s a “doody” he takes on with good humor. I’m sure she’s realize he’s her “duty/doody” soon, and will gladly return the favor. :)

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