I have to crack up sometimes at the words Norah pulls out. Today she was helping me sort laundry and identified a pair of "jeans." Not pants, mind you, jeans.
I threw my suit jacket over a chair one morning and she said, "Mommy, jacket." It must come from my suits since it is 100 degrees outside and we haven't worn outdoor jackets in over six months.
Tonight we were all playing in the den. She went and got her rolling penguin bag and announced, "Norah, trip." She was almost out of the room when she decided to come back and give us kisses, hugs, and zerberts, and say "laloo" (love you) before actually leaving the room for her "trip."
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