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As our two-year olds tend to be, Greta is a real chatterbox.  Here are a few recent exchanges:

Jennifer: Where's Daddy?
Margaret: He's in the kitchen.  He's making my dinner . . . and your dinner, too.

J: Let's put on your shoes.
M: We going Legoland? I like Legoland . . . the ride not scary.

J: It's time to go to nursery.
M: I can't like nursery.
J: Well, you can go there, and I'll go to my class.
M: You go to your class, and I'll go to my church.

Gwennie: [reading scriptures]
M: I want to shake monsters and beasties' hands.

Many of her discussions are held privately as she plays with her stuffed animals or the inhabitants of her playhouse.  They tend to run like this:

M: Hello, Cocoa.
C: Hi, Ketta.
M: How are you?