Miss Madilyn is my granddaughter. Eighteen months old going on 16, using her own language with a few “Nos” and “Yes’s” thrown in there to help you to remember she’s a human baby.
(I think she speaks “minion” — learned it from watching the yellow overall-ed creatures from Despicable Me, which are her favorite things.)
What a gal! Funny? No. Hilarious? Most of the time. Cutie pie love bug? Every day!
Example of the day: “Maddy, clean up your toys.”
“K. (Singing) Pick up, pick up, pick up. There.” Immediately throws everything back out on the floor again. Walking around, playing with each toy, talking to each doll.
“Maddy, clean up your toys.”
“No. (Pointing at the floor, then at me, then around the room) Be bacca, babas, me nos a GG, Grandma!”
I don’t know what she said, exactly, but I’m pretty sure it meant that she was not done playing and that I should not bother her with cleaning chores. Ha!