Here are a few more gems from Harper (aka The Mouth of the South) over the past week or so:

"Help mama! Get apple in frog’s tushie!" (attempting to shove the letter "A" bath toy into a frog puppet)

 

Me: "Harper, please don’t sit on him."

Harper: "He just a baby…"

 

"How ’bout some yogurt? Or kitty cracker?"

 

While I was letting Ro Ro "cry it out" the other night, Harper sat in her crib unable to sleep due to the noise:

Harper: "Mama! Ro Ro crying!" …a few seconds later… "I do big fat poopy!" Sure enough, she had done a "big fat poopy."

 

Harper doesn’t pronounce her "L’s", so anything with an "L" in it is replaced with a "Y," as follows:

"I watch Charlie and Yoya" (Charlie and Lola)

"He’s just yookin’ mama" (in response to "what is Ro Ro doing?")

 

Me: "Harper, are we going to see Mickey Mouse?"

Harper: "We so ‘cited!"

 

In Harper’s world there are 3 categories of humans: babies, kids, and "peoples." "Peoples" pretty much encompasses anyone over 3 feet tall.

Harper (in line for the Norway ride at Epcot): "We go on boat now?"

Portman: "it’s not our turn yet."

Harper: "It for peoples?"

Harper (at the Lego Imagination Center): "I have this please?"

Portman: "No, that’s not ours."

Harper: "It people’s Yegos?"