“Are there any c-r-a-c-k-e-r-s in the cupboard?”
“Should we call B-u-d-d-y-B-o-y for a p-l-a-y-d-a-t-e?”
“Isn’t this the anniversary of the E-m-a-n-c-i-p-a-t-i-o-n P-r-o-c-l-a-m-a-t-i-o-n?”
Maybe it’s just p-a-r-a-n-o-i-a, but I think Boobaby mostly understands what we spell out. I said “o-u-t” the other day and she started jumping up and down and clapping. I’m fairly sure she knows “p-a-r-k,” too, and “p-r-e-t-z-e-l” and definitely “z-o-o.”
As soon as I start spelling something out, she gets an evil gleam in her eye and starts listening intently for a familiar pattern. And, often as not, she hears one.
Sigh. For a 19-month old, Boo is one tough c-o-o-k-i-e.