I'm still gushing over how cute it is that Chicken is talking. It's amusing and adorable.
Sometimes, he's Edee's little Echo:
Me: "Edee!!! Chicken!! Come down stairs!"
Edee: "I am coming!!" (pitter patter footsteps)
Chicken: "Comeen!" (pitter patter, right behind her)
Sometimes, he's a little facetious criminal, like when snuck under the dining table and dumped a huge bottle of water on the floor:
Me: "Chicken, you need to say 'Sorry, Mommy!'!"
Chicken: "Yawee, Cay-tin!" He has a huge, mischievous grin on his face.
Me: "No no no. Sorry to me. Sorry to Mommy for having to clean up your mess. Say, 'Sorry Mommy!'!"
Chicken: "Yawee, Cay-tin!!" Still with the grin.
Me: "Alright stinker. Here's a towel. Now say, 'How can I help you, Mommy?'."
Chicken: "Help. Daddy!!"
Me: "Fine, you little jokester. Clean up."
Sometimes, he's pretty demanding:
"Again!"
"Mo-mee" (More please)
Most of the time, he's just darn cute:
"Wud-you, too!!" (Love you too).
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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