I'm in the kitchen, putting away dishes. Chicken is in his highchair, eating (more like throwing) peas. Edee had been bouncing around doing one thing or another, until suddenly, she is clutching my legs and starts yelling at Chicken.
Edee: "MINE! My mommy. MY mommy. MINE!"
Chicken: *cute baby chuckle* (He is thinking this is great. I find it quite humorous myself, though I'm getting slighting agitated about only being able to move my feet 2-3 inches at a time to get to the dishes).
Edee: "No Chicken!!!!! My mommy!! MY MOMMY!"
Chicken: "Ba ba."
Edee: "ARRRRRGGGH. NOOO!! IT MY MOMMY! MINE!! NAH YOURS, MINE!! GRRRRR."
Now I don't claim to be the most proficient baby-babble translator, but last time I checked, "Ba ba" was not a rebuttal declaring sole ownership of one's mother. I very well could be wrong....
Oh noodles.
"Edee" and "Chicken" are nicknames for my two little rascals. The names originated from how my daughter would pronounce both her own and little brother's name when she first started talking. They've stuck. Chicken may live to regret that someday....
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