Its incredible how funny conversation with a little girl with monosyllabic vocabulary can be. Take teaching colours for example. On good days, it goes like this:
Mummy: What colour is bear bear’s shirt?
On most days it goes like this:
Mummy: What colour is turtle?
Sophia: *nods* Red.
Mummy: No, not red, green.
Sophia: *nods vigarously* Red. Red.
Or how about teaching alphabets? On a good day:
Mummy: *holds up a M* Sophia, what is this?
Mummy: M for…?
On a not-so-good day:
Mummy: *holds up a D* Sophia, what letter is this?
Sophia: dog dog.
Mummy: Yes, clever girl. D for dog. What about this letter? *holds up a T*
And on a very bad day:
Mummy: *points to letter S on playmat* Sophia what is this?
Sophia: *blank look*
Mummy: What alphabet is this?
Sophia: *more blank look*
Mummy: Which alphabet?
Mummy: Yes, which alphabet?
Sophia: BIIIIIIIG (as in big bird)