In the morning, shortly after we woke up, Sammy crawled in her crib. I said, "Where's your bubba?" Sammy said, "There he is!" and she repeated (with identical intonation), "Zzere ee izzzz!"
Yesterday evening I was showing her this photo
and said "Who is that pretty baby?" And she said, "Datzz Gay-gee!"
Sammy came to see what we were talking about, and said, "Mama... oot Kissmass tee ack uh-gaga???" ["Mama, (will you) put (the) Christmas tree back together?"]
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