There is a small dog at daycare named Ci-Ci. My son learned to say Ci-Ci quite some time ago, but he insists that all dogs are Ci-Ci! Ci-Ci means dog in toddlerese. And now, he has extended the definition a bit further.
I have a sweatshirt with a big applique of Eeyore on the front. (It was a hand-me-down, don’t worry.)
My son, pointing at Eeyore: “Ci-Ci!”
Me: “Eeyore”
My son: “Yee-oh”
Me: “Very good! You’re so smart! Eeyore!”
My son: “Ci-Ci!”
Me: “Eeyore!”
My son: “Ci-Ci!”
Me: “Eeyore!”
My son: “Ci-Ci!”
Me: “Eeyore!”
My son: “Ci-Ci!”
Me: “Eeyore!”
My son: “Ci-Ci!”
Me: “Eeyore!”
My son: “Ci-Ci!”
Me: “Eeyore!”
…and so on. He is adamant! He’s stated his position, and by golly, he’s going to stick with it! I can only imagine what I have in store.
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