Mommy, I can't talk, fix me.

Speaking Toddler, as any parent knows, can be tricky.

On our 7 hour drive down to meet Angela's newest daughter, yet to arrive, we had a small variety of things to keep Morgan occupied. Some books, some headphones and a DVD player borrowed from friends in case we just needed her to be quiet for awhile.

After our lunch stop the decision was made to set up the DVD and put in a movie for Morgan, Tinkerbell. She loved it and was quiet for almost the entire movie, headphones on so we didn't have to listen to it or her cry about not being able to hear it. About 40 minutes in she asked it to be turned off and Kim contorted around to get it undone, paused and stowed. No sooner than Kim got it figured out, Morgan wanted it back.

As she watched she would make comments like, "Oh no!" or giggle, clearly enjoying the movie.

Then she started asking Kim to "fix me, I can't talk."

OK, some strange game where she can't talk because Eliza was sleeping next to her?

"Maybe Papa can fix you when we get there, OK?" We exchanged confused looks as she held the DVD in her lap and the headphones around her neck.

That should have been the giveaway.

As the movie ended and Morgan handed it back to Kim, she unplugged the headphones and we could finally hear the movie...


...in French.

Somehow in the transfer the language settings were changed. The only way Morgan could think to tell us the people in the movie weren't talking right was to tell us to fix her talking.
Certainly a memory I'll have for a long time.