Reagan is becoming a conversationalist. Well, she's always been a talker. Of gibberish. She's fluent. But English is coming, and I get the biggest kick out of having an actual understandable, back-and-forth conversation with my daughter.
Reagan: "Where's Daddy?"
Mom: "Dad's at the airplane".
Reagan: "Uh Oh. Airplane broken."
Mom: "Yup. Dad is fixing it."
Reagan. "Daddy FLY!!!" (pointing up to the sky)
Mom: "Some day he's going to fly in that plane!"
Reagan: "Daddy happy."
Mom: "Yes, you're right. When Dad's with his plane, he's very happy."
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