I'm not sure if it is because we have an only child, but my husband and I try our best to understand our two-and-a half-year-old son. Now that he's gotten older, it's actually gotten more complicated as my son attempts to get across more complex words and sentences to us. When I can't get it, we look at each other, as if I am from America and he is from Russia, with expressions of frustration on our face, then just smiling at each other and giving up, our hands held up in a truce.
Here was one example from the other night.
Tyler: I want my 'pezzos'.
Me: You want your Pezclown?
Tyler: No, I want my pezzos.
Me: You want to play with your puzzles?
This ended with him sighing in frustration, and me shrugging my shoulders; my face apologetic. It wasn't that important to him so he let it go.
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