For the past several days, Genevieve has amused herself while I speedily make her breakfast by standing at the open fridge and methodically touching each item she can reach while saying, overandover, "Bapdah, bapdah, bapdah," which is (best as I can tell) her way of saying "this" or "that."
She uses the same word to ask (well, demand) certain food items at the dinner table. But each morning, she just taps the mustard, then the ketchup, then the egg carton, then the milk, then the salsa, repeating "bapdah" each time. Occasionally, if there's some clear association between the item and one of us, she'll describe that connection, e.g. ketchup = "bapdah, Booah [Julia]"
She'll be so happy when she can talk our language.