Sigh.

T.G. carries the baby into the kitchen where I'm making breakfast.

Baby, pointing: Da!  Da-ee!
T.G.: Yes! I'm Daddy! I won!

I get the baby from him.

Me: Good job, Baby. Now, who am I?
T.G., offstage: Chopped liver!

Football Night in America

Baby: Wha-zah?
T.G.: That's a book.
Baby: Wha-zah?
T. G.: That's the window.
Baby: Wha-zah?
T. G.: That's my foot.
Baby: Wha-zah?
T.G: That's Tramon Williams.

Colors

Baby is bothering T.G. while he's trying to get ready for work, so I fish her out of the bathroom.

Me: I know you love Daddy, but he has to perform his ablutions. Can you say ablutions? Do you have ablutions?
T.G.: She prefers apinktions.