This morning, Peyton made a break for it before it was 7am, the time we let Brandon into our room. She made a beeline to his room, and I expected to hear a fuss. I was still getting ready, and didn’t hear any screaming, so I let it continue. Soon, I heard what I was expecting, Brandon saying, “Mommy!” But this time, he wasn’t mad. He was telling me, “Peyton just said, ‘JET’!” I asked him if he told her what it was, and he said, “No, she just said it on her own!”
I was watching them both sitting around his bucket full of cars. He was plucking a toy out of the box, showing it to her, and identifying it for her. She’d do her best to repeat what she heard him say. He’d say, “Fire truck!” while holding it up for her to see. She’d kinda repeat it, getting the number of syllables right. After a few minutes, I told them it was time to clean up. Then, she started saying something that I couldn’t understand. “Nean up, nean up, ah-buddy.” It was only after she started dumping the toys into the bucket, while repeating “Nean up, nean up, ah-buddy” that I understood! There’s a song that my mom and the teachers at school singing when it’s clean up time. “Clean up, clean up, everybody do your share; clean up, clean up, everybody do your share.” She got the gist of it, and she was happy to clean up, putting all of the toys away.
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