Me: (asking rhetorically) Oh, Ainslie, what shall I feed you for supper?
Ainslie: Deedadee-aahs! (Quesadillas!) Boop! (Soup!)
Me: Can you say, "The duck is stuck in a truck, oh yuck!"
Ainslie: Guck guck guck. Guck!
And my new favorite--I was going to the back door to let the dogs back in.
Me: (Singing in my best gangsta style) Who let the dogs out?
Ainslie: (sitting in her high chair eating a pbj, shoulders moving funkily in time) Ch...ch..ch...ch Mommy!
Me: (laughing hysterically) Yes--Mommy let the dogs out!
We continue our gangsta dance party. Ch...ch...ch
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