MyThreeDaughters

There’s a web site called Wordle in which you can paste a bunch of words and hit a button, and it makes a collage of the words that looks surprisingly cool.
And there’s a two-year-old we call “Rosebud.” She does the same thing as Wordle, in human linguistic form.
We talk. She hears. She gives it a try.
She can literally go on for many minutes without seeming to breathe.
Here’s probably 45 seconds that I wrote down one night:
It’s, it’s, it’s, it’s a pizza place. It’s a writing book, but it’s a writing book, it’s a writing book, but a writing book has crayons.
But it don’t have crayons in it, but it’s, it’s, it’s a pizza, it’s, it’s, it’s a quesadilla. I don’t have, it’s, it’s, it’s Carmen played the piano. It’s a piano, but it’s a pizza place. It’s a pizza place, but far from here.
Guys…it’s, it’s, it’s so crazy. The pizza place is so crazy!
Oh, it’s so crazy alright.
After that, I stopped jotting. But after that, she kept talking.