Night-night, Juice

One day, Posey was talking in her normal fashion. Duce (juice). Doos (shoes). Mama (mama). And so on.

Then she just started putting sentences together. Ant duce (want juice). No Mama. Go!

And as I listen to her, I wonder what it would be like to wake up one morning and realize I could spontaneously speak Portugese.

Comments

[Thor]

I heard her string a few words together on our visit. She told me "Cheeshee Bak!" (Chicken says Bak!)

[Auburn Gal Always]

How cool!

I think I would want to wake up speaking the Khoisan clicking languages!

Brains and babies are soo amazing.

[Figlet]

Ant mo doos NOW. Have you had that one yet?