I think we found the scientist (or maybe linguist) in the next generation. Every other word out of Yordie’s mouth these days is, “Whatsthat?” (I didn’t forget the apostrophe or the space…that’s how she says it). It was cute the first hundred times or so, but it’s growing a little old. It’s especially annoying when she’s pointing halfway across the room and you can’t tell what the heck she’s pointing at. I guess I could just tell her the name of something in that general direction, but I’m afraid of teaching her the wrong word for something. What if she goes into school and tells her teacher that last night she was sitting on the light watching Barney on the picture frame?
At least “Mine!” is no longer her favorite word.