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?"
"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.