The other day Liliana was sitting on the toilet and she said, "I'm going potta." "What's potta?" I asked her.
"Potta is potty in Spanish," she responded matter-of-factly.
I have been teaching her some Spanish vocabulary ever since she was very little and occasionally she'll ask me how to say something in Spanish or she'll say a Spanish word and ask me to remind her what it means. This, however, was the first time she had created her own Spanish word. I taught her the correct word for potty, but she still likes to use "potta" for now.
As we were driving home from church today, Liliana asked if she could have a cookie after she ate her lunch. David and I said that would be alright. Then she said, "Actually, I need two cookies because I'm two."
"How many cookies will you need after your birthday this month?" I asked her.
"I will need three," she replied, "because I will be three years old."
"Do you know how old I am?" I asked her.
"I'm 28. So does that mean I get 28 cookies?" I asked.
"Yes. How old are you, Daddy?" she asked.
"I'm 27," David answered.
"Daddy is an old man," I interjected.
"Daddy is old so he has to go in the garbage," Liliana said.
[*Insert peels of laughter from me here]