Conversation at breakfast

Nora and I were eating breakfast. Jen and Fiona had gotten up early and gone out to get some supplies.

Nora: Can you say the word of this?

Me: Of what?

Nora (pointing at her oatmeal): This.

Me: Oatmeal?

Nora: Yes. I can't say that word.

Me: Why not?

Nora: I'm not old enough.

Me: Aren't you two years old?

Nora: Yes ...

Me: Then you're old enough to say it. It's really made up of two words - oat, because it's made of oats, and meal, because it's ground into meal. Well, sort of. Maybe not all the way.

Nora (taking off her bib): I'm not finished.

Me: You're coming back?

Nora: Yes. I'm going to go try that word. By myself. Without my bib.

Me: Okay.

(Nora gets down from her chair and goes into the living room.)

Nora (whispering): Oat. Meal. OAT. MEAL. I'm going to do it myself. Oat. Meal.

(Nora comes back.)

Me: How did that go in the living room?

Nora: Good.