
I'm positive she's saying, "Daay, wah you doeng?"

"Hep you?" (Means "help me" she's got
you mixed up)

No, you're not seeing things, that's a loaf of bread. I tried giving her the little piece.

My husband was fiddling with the camera. There's also a shot of the vege peeler and my pajama pants, but you don't need to see that!
I love the bread picture! My dad used to a be a bread nut who refused to cut loaves because they go bad after 1 night, so why waste it, so he'd just rip off giant hunks and my sister and I would end up basically splitting a loaf with dinner. Too cute!
ReplyDeleteI love pictures of Fathers playing with their children.... Makes me feel all warm inside ;)
ReplyDeleteHmmm... bread. I love bread!
-Andrea
My daughter also used to say 'hep you' and 'carry you' when she wanted to be picked up!
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