"I buckil mysilf."
"I tell Santa I want toooools."
"Tick-o me, mommy!"
"Come ah brudda, let wessil."
"Dear Jesus. Tank you mama. Tank you daddy. Tank you Gahwit. Tank you Mahew."
Matthew's nearly three-year-old voice is one of my favorite things these days. I simply can't get enough of the sweet sound. He speaks in stream of consciousness, having just walked up to me with this:
"What dat smill? A cand-o? I smill it. I go uptairs and suck my fum in my bed. Okay mommy? I want my gamma here wite now!"
I hope that when I'm old and senile I can still remember the way my baby's sounded as they began to truly conquer language.