Toddler points to her new digital Dora watch and says, "Mommy, it's time to go to Starbucks (pronounced Star-booooks)." "Is that so?"

"Yes.  And I've had too many chocolate milks, so this time I want a Gorilla milk."

And then, like the good-teacher-mom I am, I try to teach her how to say vanilla.

"It's called vanilla.  Va-nil-la milk."

And she looks at me and says, "Now Mommy, that is a very hard word to say."

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