I'd Probably Make a Good Living as a Translator
...even without a second language.
Zach calls to me from the living room, as I am rinsing the lunch dishes. What with the two rooms between us, the noise of the water in the sink, and the chatter of the other children, and given that at two his diction isn't all it could and will be, I hear something like this:
"Mia...mrvigkdl...airp'ane... dkeibgymmble...dkeoppoel...yivvingwomb... mgirlbele...gone."
To which I response, "Did Mia take your airplane out of the livingroom?"
One word in ten is all you need, I'm telling you!