I was in the bathroom when the door opened abruptly. She came in, shut it, and climbed on top of her potty chair, mumbling.
"What was that, honey?"
"Loofah hoopah."
"What?"
"Loafah hayfa."
"I'm sorry, I don't understand. Can you look at me and say it really clearly?"
"Loffie Hoofar!" she shouted.
This went on for a while. Eventually, she settled on a pronunciation.
"Lorfa Heefer! Yeah. Lorfa Heefer."
"OK, Lorfa Heefer*. What does it mean?"
She stopped spinning in a circle, hand on the wall, and looked at me, rather exasperated, and shook her head.
"Mommy, It's complicated."
Next week, she'll begin my Astrophysics lessons.
*We eventually worked out that "Lorfa Heefer" means La Tour Eiffel, the Eiffel Tower.
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