On the way home today:
Eyla: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream
Throw Mama overboard and listen to her scream!
Me: What?! Throw me overboard?
Eyla: Dat's how it go, Mama...you throw me overboard?
When she has more than one thing and wants us to choose:
Wha you want? (asks repeatedly until we choose one)
