Henry’s really making an effort to talk more these days — and he gets REALLY mad when we can’t understand him. Fortunately, his mother has the gift of (toddler) tongues, and in recent days I’ve miraculously deciphered that:
“Awful! Awful! Awful! Awful!” meant he wanted a leftover waffle from breakfast.
“Hurt” and “osher” meant he’d hurt his foot on the dishwasher. (That one took about ten minutes — we weren’t in the kitchen when he first started telling us about it, and we had to have him take us to the kitchen and point to the dishwasher, and then it still took a while to figure out why he was pointing at the dishwasher.)
“Uncle door” meant he wanted to sing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”