Our youngest daughter - entering her 37th month on this earth - has reached a rather interesting stage in her attempts to communicate with the world around her.
She seems to have a range of stock phrases, which can be interchanged to converse about anything and everything.
In no particular order, the phrases are;
“Yeah”
“That One”
“That [person]” (e.g. “That yours”, “That mine”)
“[person] go to [place]” (e.g. “Dad go to work”)
“[person], where are you?”
“where [person]?”
“Pardon me…” (typically after berping or trumping spectacularly)
“Like [thing]” (e.g. “like biscuit”)
“And me
“Did you bump into [sister’s name]?”
“Yeah” (said in a plaintive manner)
“How did you hurt it then?”
“De de de Buggy [sister’s name] de de hurt
I then rub her head and send her on her way.