Every day adds new words to Petite Fille’s vocabulary. If we introduce a new word, she repeats it back and then owns it. On occasion she finds words humorous.
Her Daddy was walking in the garden with her when they saw a moth. He explained the word “moth” and she burst into giggles. Now, all he has to do is say “moth” and she laughs, no matter the context.
Petite Fille and I were playing with her toy monkey, and she threw it on the floor. I said “You’re a bit tough on your poor monkey!” and now she thinks the word, tough, is the funniest thing… well, since the word, moth.
At lunch, shared at the family table, we set her off by alternating the words, moth and tough and all had a great laugh. Cheap thrills.