Sophia speaks as if English were her second language. She doesn’t just mix up her pronouns, which I think is pretty common for her age. She also flips the word order within a sentence, adds extra random words, and constantly confuses the word “mom” for “dad” and vice versa. Easier to understand Yoda speak, it is. I’m not kidding.
Some common Sophia phrases include, “Is that is a good idea?”, “Can you sleep with me in the tonight?” (Translation: Will you sleep in my room tonight?), “Can I eat oatmeal after I can eat cookie after I can watch my shows?” (translation: can I have a cookie after I eat oatmeal and then watch my shows?). I cannot tell you how many times I’ve tried to correct the way she says that last one. She’ll copy my correction, but then repeat what she wants again in her own special way.
Sometimes if I ask her what show she wants to watch she’ll identify the show but then want a specific episode. Her description can sometimes go like this, “I want the one with the one with the one with the George fix the windmill chair.” Sadly, I know exactly which episode that is. It’s an episode where Curious George wants to make a windmill to make his scarecrow move and he ends up using a chair as a base for the windmill.
Last Thursday at dinner, Kurt and I were talking and Sophia kept trying to talk over us. We told her that we’re talking and she needs to be quiet until we finish. After we finished talking Kurt told her she can ask or say what she wanted to say. She didn’t say anything. He asked her, “What was it that you wanted to tell us?”
“That you tell me to eat dinner.” She said. We had no idea what she meant by that but, we knew the words she said did not convey the meaning she intended.
Kurt and I barely gave each other a glance. We just seized the opportunity. Both of us, at the same time said, “Eat your dinner!”
Poor Sophia just burst into tears.
I cannot tell you how hard it was to console my poor sensitive girl without laughing hysterically. I picked her up and tried (without laughing) to tell her we were just joking.
Picture taken 12/11/2011. We went on a walk and Sophia picked out a "shell". (It was a rock)
Last week I bought a box of parmesan and herb panko for the first time and I also purchased some thin cut chicken breasts for- Da Dada Daa! – breaded chicken. Kurt opened the pantry and saw all the panko I had…a huge unopened box of plain panko from Costco, a small opened box of plain panko from a store that sells things in non-Costco sizes, and the newly purchased herb panko. Even though the boxes were different, he didn’t notice that there were two flavors of panko. We had a long conversation about why there was so much panko populating the pantry. That night we ate Parmesan and herb panko breaded chicken. It was good and I didn’t have to add anything extra to flavor the chicken. All the flavor was in the panko and I didn’t have to work any harder to create it. It wasn’t super magical tasting but it was good. 
