My Hispanic Daughter

I think that there may have been a mix-up in heaven.  Perhaps Paige was meant to be born to a family (or in a country) where the native language is Spanish.  I have taken enough Spanish classes to know that you put the adjective after the noun (and few enough Spanish classes to actually speak the language.  Although my very sweet, wonderful Visiting Teachers bring me the message every month in Spanish.  I tried to explain that I don't speak the language.  Maybe they are trying to teach me.)

I digress...Paige speaks this way.  It cracks me up!  For example:

"Mommy, I want the cup, red."

"I like my dress, pretty."

I love it so much, and it makes me laugh every time, that I don't correct her.  There really are so many things I love about two-year-olds!