Fishy!

At breakfast (turkey bacon, avocado, and apples), Violet was complaining that she had to poop and couldn't.

"No poop!" she yelled. "Hurt baby gina!" She means, she feels a general pain in her nether regions, that's what she says when she's having trouble.

"Let's go take a bath," I suggested. "It helps to sit in the warm water."

In the tub she sweetened up, feeling better.

"I baby way-ul," she told me, swimming the plastic killer whale towards me. "No! I mama whale. This baby whale," indicating the toy. "And here fish!"

"What color is this fishie?" I asked her, brandishing the squirty fish.

"Purp! Yellow!"

"Fish come in all sorts of colors. Red and blue and green and silver and gold. Would you like to go to an aquarium and see lots of different fish?"

She would! So we're going to a fish store. How fun, how fun; she gets interested in something and I can show it to her.