Norah is at a stage that I've looked forward to for 2 years now: She talks! And, on a daily basis, it amuses me to some extent. Here are some of my favorites as of late:
"How doing, Mama?" or "How doing, Daddy?" Polite and considerate!
"Mine!" Okay, Smiegal, settle down.
"MY Caleb!" Oh, how cute! That kind of posession is okay.
"I like this...Mama like this?" Yes, I like this very much!
In conversation with Jerry:
Jerry: "What's your brother's name?"
Jerry: "What's your dog's name?"
Jerry: "And what do you call me?"
Pause. Then, Norah: "Silly!"
One day when Jerry ushered Norah out of the bathroom so he could have some privacy (HA!):
Norah stood at the bathroom door and cried: "Daddy, Norah crying!" (Note: Must be read like so: "Now-ah cw-ying!")
Jerry from inside the bathroom: "Why are you crying?"
Norah: "Norah wanna see poopy!"
Finally, I continuously find her relationship with her stuffed bear, Bo-Bo, to be amusing. The best analogy I can give is that Bo-Bo is to Norah what Hobbes is to Calvin.
So, the other night when it was raining, Norah: "Look Bo-Bo! Raining! No scared. It's okay."