Blowing & Drifting

After getting Julia set up with her breakfast, I retrieved my cup of coffee and sat down next to her.

Julia: "Daddy, do you yike your coffee?"
Me: "Yes, I sure do."
J: "You drink dark brown coffee and Mama drinks yight brown coffee. Why?"
M: "Because Mama puts milk in her coffee. That makes it brown. Some people put milk and sugar in their coffee, which makes it even lighter brown, like the color of my shirt."
J (looking at my ratty tan t-shirt): "Daddy, you look pretty today!"
M (laughing): "Thank you, honey. You look pretty, too."
J: "Daddy, you look pretty as a chocowit bar!"
M (laughing harder): "I do? Why?
J: "Because you have a nice yight brown shirt on, yike chocowit!"
M (running to the kitchen to grab some paper and a pen to write all this down): "I'll be right back, honey."
J (watching me scribble madly): "Daddy, what are you writing?"
M: "I'm writing this whole conversation down, because it's so funny."
J: "What's a 'conversation'?"
M: "A conversation is when people take turns talking to each other."
J (looking at the scrap of paper I've covered with notes): "My, that's a yot of yetters you are writing!"
M: "Yes, I guess it is. I had to write a lot because you're being so verbal!"
J: "Daddy, what's 'burble' mean?"
M: "Verbal means good at talking."
J: "'Ver-ball sounds like Yertle!"
M (laughing harder): "Yes, I guess it does!"
J: "Daddy, yet's write down that conversation! Yertle! Verbal!"