What your name, mummy?

Last night at dinner, Miss 2 asked, "What your name, mummy?" at dinner time. In English.

We're constantly surprised at her grasp and understanding of English from Sunday School, MOPPETS and other children.

She speaks English with a Kiwi accent because I babysit these two girls whose mother is from New Zealand. Miss 2's constant, "Mummy, come he-yar!" and "Don't!" (with an emphasis on the 't') is a reflection of what the girls say to each other.

Today, she decided to give her rabbit doll a name : Rabbit. I can foresee role play coming soon. One of my dreaded types of play since growing up. Sigh.. The last few years as a day care mum gave me a bit more insight to the benefits of it, but I'm still not too keen to pretend play.

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