I am often intrigued by what my TWO year old says. Today was no exception.
While we were playing inside around the house, the Butterbean runs over to me and says, "Jer-ome". I asked him who Jerome was.
He said, "Jer-ome".
I said, "Oh really? I still do not know who this Jerome is, sweetheart."
A little louder her said, "Jer-ome."
I again explained that I wasn't sure who Jerome is, and how he knew a Jerome is beside me. As we don't know anyone by that name. (I was growing a little concerned by this point, imagining ways my child had met a Jerome and who this mystery person was.)
The Butterbean then screamed, "JER-OME!!!". And then scampered out of the living room toward his bedroom.
A few minutes later he came back holding his shoes.
And then it clicked. . . He was trying to say shoes-on.
I guess he wanted to go outside and play.