Beckett started talking when she was 18-months old and hasn’t stopped since. She blabs with the best of them and we jokingly refer to her as the narrator of her life/day/story. You want to know what she’s doing – just close your eyes and listen. For quite a while now she has been talking in full sentences and sounds like a little adult most of the time. But, then there are the Beckett-isms – the constant reminders that she’s still a little one and oh-so-cute.
Dandelions are “windy lions”
Minutes are “mill-nets”
Bathrobes are “robs”
And my new favorite…
Cows give us both milk and “mis-steaks”.