Context: One of Amber's favorite activities is pretending to read children's books to us. What she actually is doing is free-associating, creating a verbal mish-mash of sentences from words she's recently learned, words she already knows, and when she's out of vocabulary, words that don't really exist. Tonight, the book is a book about Jesus.
"...And Jesus was smoking the mohawk bird."
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Context: I'm Amber's step-mom, and she and I were trying (unsuccessfully) to come up with a nickname for me.
Me: "How about Mamo?"
Amber: "No. How about Bee?"
Me: "No, that's silly."
A thoughtful pause.
Amber: "How about dsflnvoghwoigobhoisghoi?"
Me: "No, silly! That's not even a word."
Amber: "Yes it is. It's French."
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Context: The three of us are at the pool. Amber's dada is self-conscious about how he looks in swim trunks.
Dada: "I'm big and fat."
Me: "No you aren't honey. You are handsome."
Amber: "No he's not! He's big and fat!"
Me: "Why do you say that?"
Amber: "Well, just look at how he is! He's big and fat!"
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