Language

I find myself amazed by words lately, both those that come out of my mouth, and those that come out of Bea's. Last week, I uttered the sentences "No, we don't wear boots to bed," and "Brush your teeth, not your toes." Here's a sample "conversation" I had with Beatrice yesterday as she said goodbye to Anthony, then sat in my sling as we were walking Sula outside:

A: Bye Bea
B: Buh bye!
A: Have a fun day
B: day....buh bye......buh bye!
B: Dada?
M: Daddy's gone to Boston
B: Bah Bin?
M: yes, Boston
B: Dada?
M: Daddy's in Boston visiting Uncle Mike
B: My
M: Yes, Uncle Mike
B: Wee-Wee?
M: Auntie Louise is at work
B: Woh
M: Yes, work
B: Duh duh?
M: Sula's walking
B: wah
M: Yes, walking, and so are Mom and Beatrice
B: Bebe
M: I like the way you say your name Beatrice
B: Bebe, Bebe! (applauds herself)......
B: Jojos?
M: You want some Joe's O's?
B: eh (yes)
M: How many do you want?
B: doo (2)
M: 3?
B: doo
M: 4?
B: doo
M: 5?
B: sih, gabah (7), eh (8), NINE, deh! (10) (applauds herself)
M: Good counting. I love you Bea.
B; gah wah (love you)
then she leans in for a kiss