Catrin is my granddaughter who was two years old this week.
Since her vocabulary is understandably limited, she makes variable use of the same word, depending on the context.
C: “Up!” [meaning: "I can't see. Lift me up."]
C: “Up!” [meaning: "I'm tired of walking now. You carry me."]
C: “Hot” [meaning: "It's too warm with all these clothes on. Take something off."]
C: “Hot” [meaning: "This babycino is lovely and warm."]
We usually visit a cafe when I collect her from nursery, so that she can enjoy a banana and a babycino, and she loves to place used items one by one in the rubbish bin.
Me: “Shall we tidy up?”
C: “I put in bin.”
One of her favourite games is hide and seek, whether in cafes or at home.
Me: “Shall we go home now?”
C: “More hiding.”
Another of her favourite games involves me lying on a couch or the floor before she dives on top of me and we roll around hugging.
C: “Die down, gan-da.”
She loves playing with my iPhone.
Me: “What are you going with my phone?”
C: “I send a message.”
Me: “Really? Who did you send the message to?”
Me: “So can I have my phone back now, please?”
Her little hands need regular washing.
Me: “OK, so now your hands are nice and clean.”
C: “Nicey teen.”
I’ve been trying to explain to her how much I love her.
Me: ”Do you know how much granddad loves you?”
C: ”That much” [but she hasn't quite mastered the art of then flinging her arms out wide]
Usually, when I put her to bed, I read her one or two stories, but sometimes instead she wants to ‘read’ stories to her teddy.
Me: “Is it time for teddy to go to sleep now?”
C: “One more.”