"Om-nom-nom-nom-nom!" Phoebe told me.
"You're hungry?" I asked.
"Yuppo!" she said.
She used to always say "yes" (with a little lisp, so more like "yeth") and some times "yup" or (for whatever reason) "bahm." Recently she's added a little "Yuuuuppo!" to her repertoire and it's ridiculously cute.
"Would you like a snack?"
"And what would you like for a snack?"
"Peach! Peach!" she sang. "Want peach! Want! Peach!"
"A peach?" I said. "Well, okay! Let's get a peach for you."
"Black peach," she told me seriously. "Black, black. Peach. Black. Black peach. Black, black, black."
Because there are so many tricky consonants in there, however, all her blacks came out as "blatt" and all her peaches came out as "each," so it was "Blatt each. Blatt, blatt. Each. Blatt. Blatt each. Blatt, blatt, blatt."
"You want a...black...peach?"
"Yeth!" she said enthusiastically.
"Well, let's...just...see what we can do about that," I said, quite unsure of how I would fulfill such a request.
We went over to our fruit and she quickly found a bag of plums.
"Blatt each!" she squealed. "See? Blatt each!"
"Oh! You want a plum!" I chuckled at the clever way she'd worked through her little lexical gap. "These are called plums. They kind of look like black peaches, though, don't they?"
"Blatt each! Cut! Cut!"
"Sure, I can cut one up for you."
While I busied myself doing that, Phoebe helped herself to a whole entire apple. She is always getting into something.
It's a good thing we were going to the pool, too, because otherwise she'd still be wearing them, I'm sure!