Banana?

So check it out, the past few weeks since I've figured out how to point with my fingers, I've been picking things out and calling them "daddy" - everything.

And I mean everything. It's fun to watch Mommy and Daddy try to correct me, I just look at 'em with a grin and blurt out, "daddy!", works every time.

But now, my love of bananas has taken me down a different path. My thinking is if I want more bananas I gotta ask, so now I'm pointing at the yeller things and saying "nana" or sometimes, "ma-nana" (hey, I'm still working on pronunciation okay?) while tapping my palm with my middle finger (sign language, what a wonderful thing!).

So anyhow, long story short, since I've moved up to the toddler room at Chesterbrook, I have to bump up my game, so babbling and some legit words have to be part of that.